“She was just wiggling her tail and trying to get to me. And I couldn’t get to her.” and I couldn’t get to her. and I couldn’t get to her. if my mother’s existence could be transformed into a sound it would be a sob– a final sob. Thank God I didn’t die there years ago– there’s so much I wouldn’t know.
December 24th, 1972
December 24th, 1972
December 24th, 1972
“She was just wiggling her tail and trying to get to me. And I couldn’t get to her.” and I couldn’t get to her. and I couldn’t get to her. if my mother’s existence could be transformed into a sound it would be a sob– a final sob. Thank God I didn’t die there years ago– there’s so much I wouldn’t know.