Monday, October 14, 2019

Book Club - Life WIll Be The Death Of Me by Chelsea Handler



My brother always smelled like a bonfire.  He smelled like the beach and the woods all at the same time.  He smelled like home.

This was the opportunity to show my mother that she could depend on me, that for all the times I fucked up and for all the grief I caused her by never listening to anything either of my parents ever said and constantly getting into trouble in and out of school - that for her last wish, I was listening and I would show up.

Then I thought about my mother watching us from where she believed she was going, and thought, She's already laughing at us, and then I was laughing, and then my father, and then Roy.