Thursday, July 15, 2004
Not until today have I realized how much my grandma has aged, or how frail she has become. She is as helpless as we are. I ought to be ashamed of myself, for wandering thoughts on lesser matters
if he thinks of me as much as I think of him, or if he thinks of me, at all
just the night before, below the dull whirr of fans.
if he thinks of me as much as I think of him, or if he thinks of me, at all
just the night before, below the dull whirr of fans.
