loss
There's this girl I played with some when we were kids. She was within days of my age and our parents knew each other. I only remember bits and pieces, because that family moved away when us kids were still fairly small, but I remember her. She was my friend.
We hadn't been in touch for many years. I knew she was in poor health, but I thought somehow she'd improve. She didn't. I hadn't recognized her married name, or those of her kids, but the photo with the obit looks so familiar, so much like her mom.
It's messing with my head. Eventually her littlest one won't remember mommy's face, except in the gloss of photos or illumination of electronic screens, won't recognize mommy's voice without the hiss of a recording device. She has a surviving grandparent even - what on Earth must that like, to bury a grandchild? What does that do to a person?
And she was right at my age. I'm planning my wedding and her husband is trying to explain to the kids why mommy...
It's all wrong, somehow.
We hadn't been in touch for many years. I knew she was in poor health, but I thought somehow she'd improve. She didn't. I hadn't recognized her married name, or those of her kids, but the photo with the obit looks so familiar, so much like her mom.
It's messing with my head. Eventually her littlest one won't remember mommy's face, except in the gloss of photos or illumination of electronic screens, won't recognize mommy's voice without the hiss of a recording device. She has a surviving grandparent even - what on Earth must that like, to bury a grandchild? What does that do to a person?
And she was right at my age. I'm planning my wedding and her husband is trying to explain to the kids why mommy...
It's all wrong, somehow.