‘Just let go’.
I’d always puzzled over the last words of my Grandmother. She
wasn’t really looking at anyone in the room at the time, nor had she been speaking
to anyone, everyone was busy arguing about the will. I thought maybe she meant
that she was giving up, but she was always so particular about her grammar…
Not to say that it dominated my life or anything, but it was
always there in the back of my mind, always something to idly think about.
Until I myself lay on my deathbed, and I saw the threads
holding me tight…
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