when you spend the day floating about like an emotional train wreck, when you are sad and lonely and unsure and you feel the need to throw your head down into your arms and cry…
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all over but the crying
march 18, 1928 – september 13, 2003 i love you grammu and i’ll miss you.
i can give you 35 bucks, give me 1000 words on Black Sabbath
while i’m gone, one of you darling ones go here and look at message 665 and figure out what they’re saying about me, ok?
She Lingers
Her breathing is laborious. The hospice room is painted mint green. My aunt Jan had decorated, placing pictures of all her grandchildren on the bulletin board. The nightstand next to her bed is filled with…
off into the night
i have to go pick up sister #3 in 10 minutes. then we’re off to watch our grammu die. i hope i can do this. i’m scared.