My mom arrives Wednesday morning on the red eye flight from Vegas to Atlanta. My grandmother is dying. My mother is coming to spend a few days with her. Before my mother departs for Chattanooga, we gather in my kitchen over honey butter biscuits, grits with cheddar cheese, crispy bacon and scrambled eggs. We look around my house remembering how my grandmother touched every crevice.
I love you Tiffany. My grandmother would always tell me precious memories of how they linger. When I lost her, I really wanted to be upset but all I could think about was the beautiful times we shared it together the shop breeze we went on the endless doctor visits and conversations that we shared it was beautiful that I got to spend so much time with her to see her transition. My words to you are just keep doing what you have been doing. She has made sure she shows throughout all of you guys.
Sending my love I have so many memories of Chattanooga and the best times always were of Mama Lane I remember going to her house with Jackie when I was little and running around with you and Jessica. These memories I will cherish forever I love you all
You gave us more than enough. Hope doesn’t only live in positive platitudes and assurances. It’s comfortable with pitching a tent under stars that shine bright with honesty and uncertainty. Thank you for giving us this gift. I’m living now in the 28 day span between my brothers birthday and the anniversary of his death. Writing has been tough. Reading honest worst of mourning are more hopeful and comforting than you could imagine. Thank you friend!
I love you Tiffany. My grandmother would always tell me precious memories of how they linger. When I lost her, I really wanted to be upset but all I could think about was the beautiful times we shared it together the shop breeze we went on the endless doctor visits and conversations that we shared it was beautiful that I got to spend so much time with her to see her transition. My words to you are just keep doing what you have been doing. She has made sure she shows throughout all of you guys.
Sending my love I have so many memories of Chattanooga and the best times always were of Mama Lane I remember going to her house with Jackie when I was little and running around with you and Jessica. These memories I will cherish forever I love you all
You gave us more than enough. Hope doesn’t only live in positive platitudes and assurances. It’s comfortable with pitching a tent under stars that shine bright with honesty and uncertainty. Thank you for giving us this gift. I’m living now in the 28 day span between my brothers birthday and the anniversary of his death. Writing has been tough. Reading honest worst of mourning are more hopeful and comforting than you could imagine. Thank you friend!