family albums: Jan. 06, 2010 (7:47 pm)

it was an indian summer until you died on december first. had i believed the nurse when she told me that hearing was the last sense to go and had she left me alone with you, i would have thanked you for waiting for me because someday i am sure it will be very special that my mom died fifteen minutes after i returned home even if now i still get terrified of you with your pale lips and lost hair and bruised arms and bloody nose and the death rattle that i can only assume was meant to be something directed at me because the last thing you ever did was follow me with your eyes as i left the room crying when you tried to speak and nothing came out but noise.

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