She told me once that there was always a cloud over her head; that she might as well carry an umbrella around just in case the downpour started when she wasn’t prepared for it. It was a poetic way for her to describe her sadness. It was a terrible thing for her to live through…
Month: July 2012
Brakes
The day her brakes failed was the day my life came to a standstill. She was rushed to the hospital, operated on, put in some care unit that had her hooked up to dozens of different beeping machines and fluid-carrying tubes. I wasn’t allowed in the room at first. Had to look at her through…