When she's not enjoying that little hobby, she's a devoted grandmother
to the -- and I swear I'm being empirically objective here -- smartest,
awesomeist, above-averageist, talentedist children ever to exchange
inappropriate texts with their compulsively corrupting uncle who once
again managed to make this tribute about himself. She and my dad are
also emotional and moral and eternally inspiring community pillars who
waste no time securing donated coats or shoes or furniture or shelter or
food for sometimes complete strangers who desperately need it. In that
vein, she also sometimes brings unnecessary butter to my sister's house,
buys my dad an ever-expanding library of V-neck sweaters in a gradient
palette of dark dad colors, dotingly acquiesces to our relentlessly
bellicose cat's increasingly finicky tastes in wet food, blankets and
inconvenient places to vomit, and occasionally indulges herself in
post-season vests from the Talbots clearance rack. She loves her family
unconditionally and we love her unconditionally back, even though she
dances with her wrists out and puts onion salt in everything she cooks.
Next year she'll be a 40-year cancer survivor, and I'm posting this picture from her everyone-had-to-wear-pink 30-year survivor celebration not because we all look young and attractive in it -- but now that you mention it, I guess we do -- but because it radiates the profound joy she brings to her family, her community and everyone she comes in contact with. Except the cat, who demands that her tuna be prepared only with the white sauce from the pink can, which is laboriously difficult to find.
Next year she'll be a 40-year cancer survivor, and I'm posting this picture from her everyone-had-to-wear-pink 30-year survivor celebration not because we all look young and attractive in it -- but now that you mention it, I guess we do -- but because it radiates the profound joy she brings to her family, her community and everyone she comes in contact with. Except the cat, who demands that her tuna be prepared only with the white sauce from the pink can, which is laboriously difficult to find.
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