Today I made the mistake of asking my grandmother to go with me to a funeral of a person who had meant more to me than her. Apparently, a lot more. As I leaned over the casket, saying goodbye to an old friend, she commented rather loudly that she had a sesame seed stuck in her teeth.
Bob had been a military man. As the American Legion representatives went forward to salute him and the assembled crowed fell silent to watch, Grandma pulled me close and whispered in my ear, rejoicing that she had finally managed to disloge it. I congratulated her, then let my head fall into my hands.
It must be admitted, though, that when the tears started to fall, she was right there with a clean napkin.