Ironic it is that alive as I am, I feel closer to Death than I probably should. I go to bed with it every night and it awakens me most mornings. Of course I knew it was tough. Heresay told me as much...but I never knew just how tough b/c we were never formally introduced.
Kieron decided to be the liason on January 13th.
Now it's like an arch enemy. Now, quickly, we're familiar - last Thursday marks the four month anniversary of our acquaintance.
Death makes a God-awful first impression. But the lasting impression is in its follow-up work: Death makes memories wane. For sure, not many mention my brother much these days.
Dear Death: You can't take him from me.
Monday, May 17, 2010
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