[ramonesfreak]

When my grandmother was dying of pancreatic cancer in 1995, I was in her room looking out the window and she mumbled “don’t fight”. She was sedated from morphine and didn’t say anything else. I always wondered if she thought I was my dad and she was advising him due to my parents rocky relationship or if she was giving me some words of wisdom because her own marriage was a sad disaster. All these years later, when I find myself fighting with my wife, I think of that message and remind myself what an a hole I am sometimes