These rememberings belong first and foremost to me, Bee Bishop. If you can read this and I am alive, you do not have my permission to consume this. If you can read this and I am dead/not born, please obtain permission from the living people in my immediate CareUnit before consuming. Unless it is an emergency, in which case, I consent.
(But if you are Momma, it’s gotta be a real emergency or it doesn’t count!)
Note: My great great great great grandmother wants me to remember her.Source: her, herself.Meeting: 8th? 9th? 22nd? (She won’t confirm). 3rd meeting post-remembering. (PR?)
Pretty sure the first time I met my great great great great grandmother was at the street corner that fell into the sea. She was probably sitting at the edge, asphalt and sand crumbling around her, hair slick with wet and salt, blackblackblack and fuzzy, the way hair used to be. Eyes too bright, red arou... Read more
