While You Were Dying
It is unreal to stay.
Most of us do not believe the best of us will die. Hope — the unrelenting beast that it is — takes hold of the nape, postures and kicks up such a dusting that we want to remain within the wonderland of the unreal.
For some, the best must die in order for us to truly learn gratitude. But gratitude for you, my dear Sister, has already done its number on me. Gratitude for the times that we have shared, for what you mean to my world, and for the…