Seth Grant
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Dear Joy, Suffice to say I never found the fountain of youth. I believe you began to suspect as much at your white coat ceremony two years ago – when you held my hand and felt that it was cold in that sweltering Galveston day. You’re a trooper for handling that weather. I don’t think I could ever do it. Back then, I still hadn’t told anyone. But you held my hand and looked at me like I was your grandmother’s fine china. It’ll be yours one day, that china – selfishly, I hope that day is sooner than later, though I suppose time will no longer concern me as much then as it will you. I guess I can wait. So I hope for your sake it is a long time before you set your own Easter table with those blue-ivy cups and plates and ridiculous gravy-boat. Your grandmother loves it. Remember her, and your grandfather, when you make the table. I am so sorry we never made it down to see you again. I thought I’d box myself up and have Loretta slap a “Fragile: THIS SIDE UP” sticker on me, ship me right down to you. She didn’t go in for that though. I don’t suppose you found any fountains on the Gulf?
By Seth Grant5 years ago in Humans
