This Week in Reading Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self by Danielle Evans Three weeks ago, my mother called me to say goodbye to my grandma. She said she didn’t have much time but she wanted her to hear everyone’s voice. I had been cooking dinner, just dropped the garlic and onions into a pan of hot oil. I turned off the stove. I told her that I loved her and that everyone else loved her and that I hoped she was feeling okay and that I hoped I could see her soon. Platitudes. It felt like what someone was supposed to say to their dying grandmother, and no other words presented themselves, so that is what I said.
the personal amidst the global
the personal amidst the global
the personal amidst the global
This Week in Reading Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self by Danielle Evans Three weeks ago, my mother called me to say goodbye to my grandma. She said she didn’t have much time but she wanted her to hear everyone’s voice. I had been cooking dinner, just dropped the garlic and onions into a pan of hot oil. I turned off the stove. I told her that I loved her and that everyone else loved her and that I hoped she was feeling okay and that I hoped I could see her soon. Platitudes. It felt like what someone was supposed to say to their dying grandmother, and no other words presented themselves, so that is what I said.