because none of us is fucking up like we think we are, is what i'm trying to say

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Rest in Peace.

My favourite memory of you, Nanna May, is when I went to visit you in hospital about a year ago. I felt like a Very Bad Granddaughter and wanted desperately to make it up to you for not having been to visit in a while. So I asked you if there was anything I could do for you.

"Gosh, yes, there is actually," you replied.

"Yes?" I answered.

And you requested that I clean your teeth. A simple task. Of course I could do that, I told you, and I wondered how I would help you walk to the sink.

You moved your tongue around your mouth then, and popped your teeth out into your hand.

As you passed them to me I grumbled, "Well that makes it easier then."


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