12 May 08
Gray-haired, Gaunt, Giddy
I see it. The reflection in the mirror. The face of my great-aunt, of my grandmother, of my mother’s cousin. We are one, across the years, across the barriers that seem at this point artificial.
Death will unite us. I hope between now and then, for me, I will cause enough mayhem for these hellraisers to be proud of me. And if they forget themselves and sniff instead, a silly nod to their perceived station, I’ll take it up with them on the other side…
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I love this. The mirror reveals so much, when we become wise enough to see it.
Oh, yeah. I know this feeling too – and the ancestral women and their gumption. You’ve already got it, don’t worry!