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A couple of months ago, my grandmother passed away.
I remember the day clearly, it was the day before her birthday. I was sitting on my bed writing her card, when my mother walked in, tears streaming down her face as she tried to stay strong for me.
To this day, I have always wondered how I knew. How without a single word, my mother and I were able to say the unsayable. I remember embracing her in a hug, which she would know is a rare thing for me to do. I had always been a very removed child, constantly avoiding hugs and kisses, feeling claustrophobic if someone managed to strangle me in their embrace. But that day, all I wanted was to hug my mother. I did not cry until she left the room. I never did finish writing that card.
I remember the day clearly, it was the day before her birthday. I was sitting on my bed writing her card, when my mother walked in, tears streaming down her face as she tried to stay strong for me.
To this day, I have always wondered how I knew. How without a single word, my mother and I were able to say the unsayable. I remember embracing her in a hug, which she would know is a rare thing for me to do. I had always been a very removed child, constantly avoiding hugs and kisses, feeling claustrophobic if someone managed to strangle me in their embrace. But that day, all I wanted was to hug my mother. I did not cry until she left the room. I never did finish writing that card.