They have little idea about the details of that dreadful year that led up to your suicide or the grief that took me afterwards. Jane and Rose don’t know the significance of dates and times. Then, we went about our day as if it were any other day. A few seconds of silence prevailed, and then, we watched him circle the bowl and get sucked away.įind your way to the sea, little fellow, and find peace, I croaked.
Carefully, I scooped him out of the water and made my way to the toilet with the girls following closely behind. Poking the bloated orange scales, I confirmed their diagnosis: definitely dead. With a drowsy smile that softened their worried faces, I said, Well, he was very old.
Two wide-eyed little girls peered intently down at me. Slowly, consciousness set in, and their garbled words made sense.ĭead. This morning, as I edged through the thin veil between dreams and daylight, Jane and Rose were at my bedside, both talking at once. Exactly three years have passed since you chose to leave this world.
0 kommentar(er)
