On meeting 86 year olds

Today i made my way into Manchester a forgotten parish on the southern tip of Jamaica. There i met the extraordinary 96-year old mother of my almost uncle, uncle paul. She was a blind, almost deaf woman, who remembers paying £75 for a flight from Jamaica > England. She told me many stories of her childhood and let me take a picture of her holding her bible, which she “reads” everyday, her old leathery fingers scanning every worn page meticulously in her darkness.

I should start looking for cheap flights back to Canada, fuck.