I sat in my rocking chair.

 Kathy leisurely kneeled on a grizzly bear fur rug, her back straight despite no support. Just like my grandma did even in the worst stages of her illness.

We ate our spicy stew from ceramic bowls as she chattered away about her adventures on the road. If my grandma were still alive she would have definitely praised her on her posture if she allowed her into the cottage that is.

 I have read about Katherine. Well her archetype anyways:  the traveler whose only goal in life was to have fun.  Her eyes would glimmer when she preached about her narrow and not so narrow escapes and landscapes I’ve only read about in books. 

A strange urge awoke within me as I heard her. I decided not to waste away here in this dead corner of the world and not let the seed of grief geminate and wrap my brain in a nerve-wrecking web any further. 

“ Take me with you.” I move my mouth before I could think.