I hear the rest of her sentence, unsaid words like knives of ice. A few minutes later, and it would’ve been over,Lifetakes: Close Calls,I hear the rest of her sentence, unsaid words like knives of ice. A few minutes later, and it would’ve been over
We sat back and watched Leah’s strong hands rip open and slice the fish as she had been doing for more than 50 years
The whole world was spinning, I saw myself turning in a kaleidoscope of hats, gloves, and spraying snow. And then it went quiet.
She is in the park, sitting on a bench and feeding the pigeons that encircle her. She’s totally immersed in the task at hand and does not notice me.
I often wonder what it was like for her, a strikingly beautiful, confident, and previously spoiled teenager completely alone in the world, navigating through hell.
I’m torn between wanting him to stay my little boy forever and being excited about all the amazing things he’ll do.
