i will be 31 in 4 days
my paternal grandmother is dying in a bed 40 miles away
i do not feel welcome to see her in
the last days of her life
let alone in the meeting after her death
i do not feel welcome by much of my blood family
why does intolerance have to run even blood deep?
my heart is breaking
as all my childhood illusions are being shattered
one sickness at a time