"my grandmother called me yesterday. she said she was sick, that she'd be leaving soon and she wanted to see me.
so, i drove up to see her. she told me she was proud of me, that i was strong. i asked her what she meant. she said she'd heard what i'd been going through, that she went through something quite similar.
we talked for hours. i told her i loved her before i left, and she said she loved me too.
she died this morning."
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101 voicemails
Poetry"hey, it's me again..." 101 voicemails about loving, breaking, and healing.
