Domino; email to my son

Ian, I suddenly see this whole, lifelong situation clearly. Frank and Grandad came over here to the United States on a honeymoon on a lark. At least, that was what Grandma thought. Grandad told me he knew he wanted to stay in America. People always confided in me. I was like a receptacle for secrets, … Continue reading Domino; email to my son →

“Saying Goodbye”

Text to my son: "I didn't even see it; how this butterfly is granma, and she came to say goodbye to us. That she came to ME, to show ME, and everybody else that I LOVED HER, and she knew it. She just couldn't acknowledge it. Like, how to stay in fighting trim on a … Continue reading “Saying Goodbye” →