I'm Soure Se Do That Short Stappy Had the Other Day

For her 90 fifth birthday, i got my graham's journal with the hopes that she'd carry it around the house and write down things in lieu of remembering. She was writing down our phone calls on the nearest things she could find. Truth be told, these notes broke my heart a little because you could see the strain. These were things that in years past she would remember so easily and not need to write down. But here she was trying to hold on to the version of her that took care of me. And something about that allowed me to let go and become a new thing.