Day: May 28, 2010

I was 20 years old when I started watching her slip away. Normally during the summertime, she would spend all morning and a large portion of the afternoon out in our garden, diligently tending to every last petal, stem and root. Her forehead would glisten with beads of sweat, but it never seemed to bother her; she seemed almost proud of it. “Look, Ash!” she would yell from her knees, “Did ya see the size of this one?!” after which