Oh, Abby Franquemont, you have broken my heart even more wide open than it was already tonight, as I pack to travel across the country for my father’s funeral. He’s been gone a week and already I’m wondering

How the hell am I going to do this when it’s Mom, and there’s no Mom to take care of things?

My mother means everything to me, and she will be 69 in September, and I’ve been making myself sob with grief just thinking about the reality that someday I will likely lose her (unless I go first. and that would cause her so much pain I can’t even entertain the possibility) since I was five.

This letter to your beautiful mother touched every part of my heart and I want you to know that it couldn’t have been more perfect in its chasm of sadness, and its swelling of memories, and that unique love between a spontaneous mom and her obstinate daughter.

Because I am both, and I have both, and I know.

❤ to you today.

Alexainie ❤

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.