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| Best Memory sketch I could remember of her. |
Another relation has gone away.
She had a severe neurological condition which bound her to a wheelchair, making her unable to do basic motory functions and could not even speak words. She squeaked, and that's what she did. I shared the neurological condition accordingly. Yet at a higher functioning capacity.
What's more that could be said is the sincere love that was shared between her adopted old mother, and I was related to her through family relations, so I made a card on the spot as requested. Since I was unable to visit her location due to illness, matters within the logistics.
Within my early twenties, when I was playing with the carpet with my feet, I remembered she'd copy it, squeaking. Unintelligible, scrunching her wrists against her neck she went slack jawed, limp handed in her wheelchair.
What is granted is now gone, putting the weight of opportunity cost as time ticks away at another birthday, petty status squabbles seem silent amongst social media when another beat in one's own personal life happens.
Then it happens, the birthdays that we ignore of the physical universe come swinging back.
It's going to happen, what do we do? Do our best and prepare.
This is all made, the card and the words behind, merely in case that I don't go to the funeral.
(( Side note: I could not go, They really liked the card I gave though. I did my best with the given time constraints. ))