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Mom. Is. Evil.
She went on and on and on about how terrible it is for Gramma to lose her vision.
How she'll never be able to read or watch her tv again.
Boo-friggin'-hoo.
Cheryl was sitting right there across from her at the table.
She lost her sight years ago along with so much more.
She gave up photography, driving, and any type of real independence she's ever started to know.
Mom said how she didn't like Gramma to be sad and cry on the phone.
Cheryl relpied with, "What's wrong with crying? I do it every day. Yesterday I even made Bob cry."
Mom didn't even pause.
Just kept talking about Gramma.
I'm off to go write my auntie a very important mushy email now.
I want her to know I heard her and my mom.
And that I'd move planets to help her not be in pain if I could.
Bah.
I tell ya.
Kanab looks better and better every day.
She went on and on and on about how terrible it is for Gramma to lose her vision.
How she'll never be able to read or watch her tv again.
Boo-friggin'-hoo.
Cheryl was sitting right there across from her at the table.
She lost her sight years ago along with so much more.
She gave up photography, driving, and any type of real independence she's ever started to know.
Mom said how she didn't like Gramma to be sad and cry on the phone.
Cheryl relpied with, "What's wrong with crying? I do it every day. Yesterday I even made Bob cry."
Mom didn't even pause.
Just kept talking about Gramma.
I'm off to go write my auntie a very important mushy email now.
I want her to know I heard her and my mom.
And that I'd move planets to help her not be in pain if I could.
Bah.
I tell ya.
Kanab looks better and better every day.