A letter from my mother to my mother at age thirteen
Found in her grammar school autograph book. Written circa 1967.
“Luv ya, myself” gets me every time (and I have no idea who Rita is).
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Meaghan McGoldrick
The cynical and sarcastic musings of an orphan twenty-something
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“Is this a weird tradition?”
I know I said I’d stop but we all knew that was a lie. Thank you 100 million trillion times to @caitmccarthyphoto for always capturing the love & light that encompasses #CancerCantKillLove (and for giving us all new prof pics) ✨
It’s really hard to pick these things through tears. Almost $23,000 and 400-something pictures later, here I am. Still emotionally hungover. Still achey (each year hurts a bit more). And still overcome with love and gratitude. Every single person that credits me should first look to the straight up SQUAD of people who hold this thing up, metaphorically, while holding me up quite literally. It takes a goddamn village and not one thing would’ve happened Saturday without those villagers (so many of whom aren’t even in any of these pictures because they were ABSOLUTELY CRUSHING IT, working together to get #CancerCantKillLove 6 to the finish line). Moral is THANK YOU. /endspam for now. 💘
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Photos by our girl @caitmccarthyphoto 📸
