I picked up your Nana from the airport today, after a lackluster experience at an infrared sauna (things you say in 2020).
When the three of us are together, it’s almost impossible to for me to remember that my Mom and I are both parents. And beyond that, one day you might be lucky enough to be a parent.
And so it goes.
If you think about how it goes backwards, I booked an appointment to sit in a box on an app. Your Great (and incredible, truly awesome) Grandmother sat frozen in a railcar in Siberia.
What will you do and how will your children remember me?