OYM Day 99: Saying Goodbye

Then I think of my grandmother, swollen from water, pain meds, and lying too still for too many days. I think of my red 1991 Firebird, packed to the gills with things I thought I needed to start a new life in the South West, like a new, itchy comforter from Big Lots, an old green trunk full of every note ever passed to me in high school, and a bunch of cut-off shorts. The essentials, really.

Me, after a hard goodbye and thinking about too many goodbyes



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