Numbers... they are everywhere... dates, measures, alerts...
They are in my HEAD. Some floating in and out. Some ingrained. Some illicit sadness others joy. I need to free up some space so out they come...
16 - The age I most often reference Tyra as being.
17 - The age on her death certificate. Tyra turned 17 on the PICU
in a comatose state.
6 - The day of the month she took her last breath.
29 - The number of months since I last held her.
40 - The age I'll be turning next month. I often say "I don't know
when this happened". I think people find this statement to be
joking in nature, like many who question their aging. I am
completely serious "I don't know when this happened". The
years 22-38 *** where did they go??? I have pictures. I have
Endless Memories as the name of this blog indicates.
What I want...
16 to be 19 - The age Tyra would be today.
6 to be 19 - Her to be here on this calendar day, breathing.
39 - My age today, without questions on where the last 19 went.
There are many other numbers, that I am sure to share - release, for now I must return to the number of emails and voicemails overfilling my 'boxes'.
Thank-you for the space....
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