Worst Wingman Ever

by Abby Jimenez

Now when I left my assignment, I got in my car and cried. Because my assignment was to watch my grandmother die.

I’d gone from a traumatic, unexpected breakup to a new city in a new apartment that still felt like a hotel to me, then right into Grandma’s diagnosis. And the responsibilities of it being family made it harder.

Time is such a precious thing. How you spend it, how you waste it. And it becomes even more valuable as the hourglass runs out, because you will never get more of it. I see it every day. The panic as the last grains of sand fall.

That’s the thing about kindness. You never know how big the ripple is. How one little selfless gesture can make all the difference for the person who receives it.

“Take responsibility for your own unhappiness, Holly. If you don’t love your life, change it.”

“You’re gonna have so many people waiting for you in heaven one day, beautiful girl,” she said quietly. “I’ll be the first one in line.”