It’s been a week or more since I have posted.
It’s not that I don’t have enough to write about. Memories and ideas are like a constant stream of consciousness slideshow. Sometimes a moment in time settles with such clarity, the sounds and smells and feelings, that I almost feel as if I can turn to Mathew and say, “Do you remember that?” As if he can meet me within the clearest of memories. He can meet me and not have to experience the pain and fear. I wonder if he feels sorry for me that it is all still so clear for me.
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