My 90 year old delirious grand mother had gotten even more delirious. she had been moving around in circles from one room to another, looking for my school bag.
I heard of that over the phone with maa and chuckled.
as a kid, i lay nights awake, picturing-imagining her die. i used to cover my mouth and sob silently with god-awful fright.
over the years i presumed that i'd gotten over it and when the day came i'd get by and be just fine.
In the end, after hanging up, i covered my mouth again... and cried.
My Blog, I have decided to keep it the way i had arranged it.. i couldn't possibly live in its absence.