P.S.

my favorite memory of you was staying up late to watch movies on HBO because I lied and said I couldn’t sleep. because both mom and dad wouldn’t be getting home until the sun came up. because you’d let us have warm milk and if we were out of ovaltine you’d use those instant international coffee powder, the rectangular square tins kept on the high shelves. like it never occurred to you giving children coffee at 10:00PM wasn’t a thing grandmother’s did. like it never occurred to you that a Dolly Parton Musical would have so much nudity. mom coming home early and catching all three of us watching The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, the shower scene, lots of naked men doing a coordinated dance to jaunty country music, your face unfazed as so many bare butts spun in union