A quilt of worry

July 9, 2004

Grandma and me, ink and watercolor on bristol, 2003

My grandma is in the hospital, again. It’s the third time she’s been admitted in a month, and I’m worried. That’s the last thing I should be doing, I know, especially when I always have given her such a hard time for fretting about every little (and big) thing. But now I understand that worry comes with love. And, god, do I love that woman.


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