I just got off the phone with my friend.
“My Mom’s in ICU,” she whispered into the phone.
WHAT?
“Yes,” she explained. “I really think, I’m helping her transition.”
I was quiet as she spoke, explaining how she heard the news soon after she started her first semester at Yale graduate school. As I listened as she described her Mom’s Cancer diagnosis and her vegetative state at the moment, in the hospital bed next to her.
“I really feel honored that you called me,” I told her. We continued talking, with me mostly listening as she shared stories about her Mom and their adventures over the years.
“Did you make peace with her?” I asked her. As most unruly artists who try to buck the system, we had numerous discussions about how we wish our parents had been different with us, not n being mature enough to recognize that who they are, made us who we are.
“Yes, I did. Last time I spoke with her I told her I loved her, she said she loved me back and we hung up.”
I am very proud of my friend and how she is handling this. She says she’s going to go back to school and create her ass off. I know she will. I wish I could be there to be creative with her.
Nothing is permanent. Stability is an illusion.
Do what you feel you need to do- TODAY.
You think you have all the time in the world but- you really don’t.