{98} Memories and sads

I had a migraine that ranged over the 15th and 16th, which was entirely mysterious and inexplicable…until I remembered that September 15th is my mother’s death day.

And, seriously: this happens every fucking year. I forget, I get a migraine or something similar starting the 15th, I live in confusion and pain until I remember. Or pass out, whichever comes first.

The body DOES remember. It’s just that simple.


Originally published at ::::KimBoo York.