imaginarycircus

Off to see my grandmother. My brother is driving. And she will be confused about whether I am her daughter or granddaughter. She will ask me over and over what happened to my mother because she can't remember. But she seldom gets visits from her three living daughters and never from her son so she likes it when we visit. It's just so hard. But I'd rather do it and make the hole in my heart a little bigger than not.

But still. Ouch.