When your late Grandmother’s childhood friend Geri, who you’ve recently befriended, a retired psychiatrist now in her 80s who lives alone in Florida, who calls all of the Jews she and my Grandma grew up with in Brooklyn “so fucking beautiful, Bekah, you don’t understand, ” who somehow manages to be more insightful than people you’ve known most of your life, emails you, or really calls to say ANYTHING, YOU STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING, PAUSE ALL RUN ON SENTENCES, AND YOU ABSORB, REPEAT.

From Geri, this morning: