Walked on the Appalachian Trail, part of the way up the Priestgraph of up and downHelen and Emma saw me struggling, I didn’t have adequate clothing. Took me home before I could get hurt.
my mother, my daughter. The day, for a parent, that is not ever supposed to happen. Burying a child, burying a best friend, closing the best chapter of one’s life. She did all those things. Earlier this day.
