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The week after we ransacked my grandmother’s house for bounty, we drove back to Maple Falls to attend as guests my grandmother’s memorial at the Northwest Hills Community Church. One thing my mother never shied from was a long-haul drive.
We visited my grandmother's memorial at Northwest Hills Community Church, having driven from Maple Falls. My mother was accustomed to taking long drives, and as we headed towards home, she turned up the radio, playing "Sloopies" which she believed was an uplifting anthem for us both. My mother was known for her unpredictable driving habits, such as running red lights and disregarding traffic rules, yet she maintained a sense of entitlement and superiority over others.
Upon arrival at the church, we were led to the worship hall, where my grandmother's photo was displayed. She was dressed in a navy suit, and as we approached, an elderly woman escorted us to our seats. My aunt Nell, who lived in New York, was seated behind the pulpit and appeared to be disapproving of the gathering. She made a point of sniffing at my mother, implying that she was not as sensitive as the rest of us.
I tried to remain composed, knowing that it would be improper to express grief. The church was filled with memories of my grandmother, who was a devout Christian, but her possessions were now dusty and lacking in vibrancy. As we left the church, I reflected on the complex relationships within my family and the unresolved issues that had led to their estrangement.
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