I've been holding on to this one for a while. I've been wanting to give a tribute to my friend. My mum's auntie. My oldest friend. 96 years, and still the wisest person I know. From everyday chats about work, relationships and “how to keep my plants alive” (always me asking), discussions about the greatest concerns the world is facing, to providing me with clothes she is not using anymore, that she thinks I will like, to sending home grown tomatoes from her own garden with me home. Packed in one of those plastic bags bisquites comes in. Emptied and reused.
I am writing this to my biggest inspirator and supporting friend. Staying home is the way I'm gonna be there for her right now. Even though I'd rather share my coffee with her over the kitchen table.