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illadelphia
So, I'm in Philly for 10 days. it's probable(though uncertain) that in these 10 days, my stepmother will die.
I feel a twinge of guilt for saying that I hope it does happen soon, but it's mostly for closure's sake. It'll bring to the end a year of less than stellar returns, and will allow my dad to start healing.
But I'll miss her. Her love of math. Her critical attention to the world. Her unflinching challenge to injustice. I feel like I've made her out to be a superhero, when she was an epidemiologist, but hey, tom-A-to tom-ah-to.
Traveling for impending grief relief is a hard kind of travel. The destination isn't particularly thrilling, but you feel guilty for thinking that.
I feel a twinge of guilt for saying that I hope it does happen soon, but it's mostly for closure's sake. It'll bring to the end a year of less than stellar returns, and will allow my dad to start healing.
But I'll miss her. Her love of math. Her critical attention to the world. Her unflinching challenge to injustice. I feel like I've made her out to be a superhero, when she was an epidemiologist, but hey, tom-A-to tom-ah-to.
Traveling for impending grief relief is a hard kind of travel. The destination isn't particularly thrilling, but you feel guilty for thinking that.