Two years ago on this date my paternal grandmother, Hjordis Kerezman, passed away. She was a smart, caring, capable woman who survived her husband by two decades… primarily by getting out of New York, I suspect. She never knew what happened that morning in her former city of residence, and I count that as a blessing.
While the rest of America remembers events of greater import, I’ll be over here remembering what a neat lady my Grandma Hjordis was. I leave it to better minds than mine to decide if that makes me unpatriotic or what…