Catherine: The Great

The great MamaSilbs left yesterday— after extending her trip slightly (because I wasn't 100%)

 

I want to take a moment to publicly thank Catherine Silber not only for, ya know, giving me life, and a lifetime of care, but for enduring so gracefully beside me. Truly: I have no personal experience that could ever instill within me the ability to fully empathize; to begin to imagine what she’s felt every day for the last few weeks (and frankly, years.)

 

Sure, she’s smoking-hot and has the horse power of 10 men, but she is also a widowed woman bearing witness to her only child going through all of this. 

She has done so with breath-taking valiance, capability and never-ending one liners.

 

 

We’ve shed a totally appropriate amount of tears over this (and many things) together, but the last two care-taking episodes (in NYC and previously in Chicago) both in the physical absence of Alec— have truly been world-class. 

 

Brava Cath. The only kid in American that loves their parent more vociferously is Gus Walz.

Standing ovation.  

Four encores. 

 

Now: where is the watermelon?