eject: The Clutch and the Gas
I wish I’d known that the last time my grandmother knew who I was, was the last time. I would have recorded it, done something, told her how much I loved her. I don’t remember the day, but it was another three years before she died.(Alternate Title: The last sad blog I plan to write)
Frank is a 68 year old man with Parkinson’s Disease.
He can’t move or talk.
When I hold his arms and legs they feel like cement, fixed at the joint.
He is always making eye contact with me, because he’s in there. He’s in there and he…
