"Time goes by so slowly..."
Or not.
Last Sunday it felt like I lived two days. Was yesterday Monday? It feels like today should still be Monday. But it's not. It was Tuesday up until an hour ago. And there were times today that I began to feel the physical "permanence" of my sister's sudden death on Sunday. Places like at lunch. She rarely showed up, but there was still the knowledge that she had been invited and had chosen to stay home.
And it's bizarre.
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