The last time my heart was broken, was June 2, 2006, when I scanned the crowd at Graduation, and saw that my grandparents were not in the crowd.
Then, they had the gall to call months later and ask when it was. I felt screaming: "It was on your fudging calendar! I put it there myself!"
This isn't the first time that they've tried to pull crap like that. Christmas, they didn't call. Birthdays came and went. Still no call.
A few months later, we come home, and on the back porch, there was a bag of presents. A few gift cards and cards for the occasion.
Now, the only time they call is to say, "So and so died."
It rather reminds me of that song by Paul Simon, in which he sings: "I don't want no part of this crazy love, I don't want no part of your love.
