I thought about death today. I know it might feel a little cliché that the last time I wrote on my blog, I was also dealing with grief, but there is something so different yet similar when faced with the loss of someone that you used to know.
She often liked to remind me, that as a baby, right before she had to go to school one morning, I pooped on her uniform. It’s very much a metaphor for how she’d deal with my shit the rest of her life.
Sometimes, by the time you turn 25, you’ll remember the strong smell of hand sanitizer, the texture of the surgical mask against your nose as you try so hard to fight back the tears and gasps.