September 24th, 2013


in the morning (i'll fly away)

This morning I told my Mom happy birthday. This afternoon I told her that one of her dearest friends had died. She made a sound as if she'd been stabbed.

We were planning on going to see her friend (my honorary aunt) tomorrow, to (say goodbye) sing her songs of comfort. I was practicing them this morning, as they took her off life support, although I didn't know it--yesterday she was still cognizant and able to breathe on her own. So fast, things change. We are always one breath, one heartbeat away from the end.