Friday, November 8, 2013
1545 Words
The word is there somewhere. I say the word languish, even though I know
it’s not the right one. I hope if I
mumble it, the word will resemble the one I need to say. Let’s call that a compensatory strategy. Andy gets it and says back to me,
“Lettuce?”
Thursday, November 7, 2013
1542 Words
Mornings with Andy are the most difficult. I wake up every day wondering where I am and
who the man is next to me in the bed.
Then I remember to look for notes and I see the one in the frame by my
bed. You
are Married to Andy and He Loves You.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
2225 Words
Andy can’t contain a loud gush of laughter, which is
the perfect antidote for the circle of concern that has grown concentrically
from Annie and Bruce all the way to the rangy looking family who just piled out
of a 1970 VW van to watch this pitiful show.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
1935 Words
Jake and Carly spent another two hours unpacking and
repacking boxes before they found the faded red and yellow Ohio Star quilt
that, according to their mother, had been Aunt Min’s death bed project. “I wonder if mom remembers how ugly this
thing is,” Carly said, shaking spiders and dust from the folds.
Monday, November 4, 2013
1582 Words
Eventually, Annie chipped through the edge of
awkwardness that squeezed them all and said, “I’d rather be telling you
I’m dying of cancer than telling you your dad and I are splitting up – but we
are. We’re getting a divorce.” It was a typically convoluted stacking of
emotional phrases from their mother’s mouth, and both Jake and Carly sat stunned and silent while they processed “dying of cancer” in the same sentence with “divorce”.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
1513 Words
I realize I am
over-dramatically flinging my hands around my head as I say “all of this” so I
very intentionally return my flailing appendages to my side and take a deep
breath.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
1607 Words
They stopped for tea and scones at a beach front café after leaving the fateful turn in the road that day. Annie loved afternoon tea. It made her feel refined and relaxed in the
days before the accident, and she seemed to fall into the familiarity of the
ritual that day.
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