The Importance Of Knowing
Sunday, May 18th, 2008Her hair was disheveled, which was unusual for her. The mini stroke she’d suffered after the sudden death of her longtime friend (right at the breakfast table. Put her head down and BOOM. Transitioned into whatever awaits us upon death with nary a peep) was evident in her slowed speech and inflexible fingers.
“I’m not going to be around much longer”, she informed me. I gently confirmed with a question that she was ready to move on. “Yes”, she said. “But I’ll need a perm first”.