win and tonic

(via everythinginthesky, ericmortensen)

I played guitar for a dying woman this week. She’s my mom’s sister and she couldn’t speak more than vowel sounds with her bony knees sticking out from her hospice gown though when I saw her before my trip to Chicago she was alert and articulate and drinking Mountain Dew and going out for cigarette breaks and during one she said “Don’t use your gifts for anyone’s dreams but your own” and she was very wise and funny a little crass but maybe all dying people are colored in our memories as very wise and funny and a little crass, maybe, and then I saw her this week and she couldn’t speak more than vowel sounds with her bony knees sticking out of her gown and after we convinced her that her IV was something that was fine, something that was okay, she could leave it alone, it would be fine, I played guitar for her and immediately she stirred less, and it was the least and the most I could do.

I was just informed that I am to be her pallbearer tomorrow morning and this video almost exactly describes the mood I am in, although I think it kind of falls into the “always reblog” category for me anyway, probably.