2007年 08月 31日
My last memory of her is at the airport, last summer. She insisted on going with my mom to take me -- her first big outing since being all but housebound for years. That day we'd shopped around town, and as the escalators carried me up up up, she waved goodbye to me from her wheelchair, her brand new Harley Davidson purse decorated with red and orange flames perched in her lap, her new red Clinique lipstick shining on her mouth. Smiling and waving good-bye.