My mother’s mother passed from cancer when my mother was my age. Seeing her and a close friend lose their mothers so young and my ridiculous obsession with dying has made me terrified of losing her. I think every day- “I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.” I spend almost every weekend with her and I truly love every minute of it.
I have two gifts which we will spend most of the day enjoying. I have dinner plans. I have undeveloped (Okinawa) film from her desk that’s been stashed away since we came to America sitting at the one hour photo waiting for me. I have her favorite cake. And I have her for another year.
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