Lola Pesa

This weekend, a tattoo, a long overdue article, a meetup with a friend- all in the hopes of pushing back what I don't want to face just yet: a goodbye.

And then this morning, a plea- to please buy clothing the aunt will wear for the last time, forever. A request like that just crumbles whatever fortification one has set in place.

She was the bright light in this household. Death is coming for her any moment now; we watch as her blood pressure slowly drops. We're just waiting, really.

Yet, no matter how matter-of-factly I can say that, there's still this sadness and the knowing that I will just  really miss her.

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