Sometimes, for a very short period of time, I think it’s temporary, i think its all in my imagination, i think the long years of battle, the long years of nonstop chemo, the broken shoulder, leg, hip, the removed breasts, all the twenty something surgeries, the metastasis, the seizures, the last days, the frustration of not being able to speak anymore, the longest night that was spent in the anticipation of lifelessness to begin, the final breath at 10:47 Sunday morning-her favorite time of the week, being wrapped in a white sheet and carried away by the paramedics, the funeral, the 44 days after that… for a short period of time I tend to believe it was all a brutal nightmare and that at one point it will all end and everything will go back to normal, to 7 years ago… but then I realize it will never go away, and a full entire life is going to be lived without her… So what does it really mean that someone’s gone for ever???
justinjsmith said: hey did you go to grad school in New Mexico or just visiting?
I’m just visiting UNM. I loved their art department and the students. i didn’t get to see the painting studios, but they have an awesome photo lab!