The Beginning After The End
IF I PUT THIS DOWN IN CYBER-TEXT WILL THAT MAKE IT REAL?
MY GRANDMOTHER DIED TODAY LAST NIGHT.
AT HOME IN HER BED.
SHE HAD BEEN IN SO MUCH PAIN UNTIL THE VERY END.
SHE WAS SO HAPPY TO BE HOME AND IN HER BED THAT SHE ROLLED AROUND AND SMILED.
I'm having a small existential crisis - feeling too conscious of my mortal frame, and identity, who I am and what I am defined by the people who know us, the blood in our veins, our shared history...
And so fucking insignificant in terms of EVERYTHING.
We knew it was coming.
and I'm good, we'll survive this. Today is the first day in what feels like a completely different world.
I WILL HOLD ON.