KATY
Sometimes in life it’s perfectly acceptable to sit quietly and allow the world to carry on without you while you watch Netflix or eat a bowl of ice cream. Then at other times, something deep inside of you forces your spirit to take action. I was facing the latter on this particular evening.
The night after a beloved Nanna died was an action night. Everyone knew that. I parked my car on the side of the road, hoping I was close enough to the farmhouse on the other side so anyone driving by would think I was here visiting a friend rather than guessing my true intentions.
My parents made the drive up to Pelican Bay the day after we received the news about Nanna. The three of us spent the morning going over the funeral she wanted. My parents hadn’t been around regularly in years, but that didn’t stop my mother from trying to control every conversation. To make a decision for every question. It angered me to no end, and I needed to expel my frustrations.