My mom emailed me--some irony that I'd hear it from her first--and has offered to help pay my fare to Seattle. This will be.. awkward. They haven't seen me since 96 and 13 years of testosterone.
I was about to go to bed. Now I'm not so sure. Oddly, I've dreamed she died a number of times now. Didn't dream it in the last 24 hours. Maybe that's a weird thing to think odd.
I didn't really believe she'd die, you know. When you get to be almost 50 and your grandma is still around you start to think that with this one we've discovered true immortality. This year was auspicious though.
I did all I could to make her famous. Guess I still have time to keep working on that.