December 2011
4 posts
Who doesn't enjoy a morning drove to the hospital....
I’m a little scared but I know you will be okay for now.
Mother, keep fighting.
“How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
– Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut
"These are the things of my dreams."
“We have not even begun to see the disaster we made for ourselves. You are all the things I can’t stand.”
"This is me," She said.
“Words could never hurt so much,” was my reply. I was unsure if this would be the last time I would ever see her again. Either way, I was content. I had two choices, walk away or stay and fight. The one thing she will never understand, I had already lost. She loved him and somehow I had made peace with that.
I wonder now, if she could have given me one last chance, where would we...