Flight

Writing makes it real. And so, with your permission I’m going to refrain from writing too much. I can only handle so much reality when it comes to the mortality of my grandmother.

A year or so ago I asked/wished/hoped/prayed that my grandma would live to see my brother’s face at least one more time. I think my desire may come to pass.

I’m flying back to Georgia to be with my hero. I just hope I make it in time.

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