Y'all, this is so hard. I feel like I've been punched really hard in the chest -- it's that kind of sharp fierce ache.
Today I was at Wal-Mart. My mother was born in a town in the middle of Indiana that had less than 1000 people in it, and she loved going to Wal-Mart. I swear, she went every day, whether she was buying anything or not. I was looking for the toothpaste we needed and it just hit me, she'll never go to Wal-Mart again.
And my father can't remember she's dead. He keeps asking where she is, and my brother has to tell him, over and over, and each time it's like the first time he's heard it. It hurts him that much, every time.
|My parents, 2019|