day 15, 198: in one breath
But Martha though. 🙂
But Martha though. 🙂
Cue the anxiety. Commence a quiet panic.
It takes a village to be an adult.
You lived 15,372 days.
We said our I love you’s, and off you went to try to sleep.
Death comes always and eventually and anyway.
If we knew up front what it was going to take to become the self we love to be, I’m not sure who among us would choose it.
I will launch this blog if it takes me the rest of my 362 days.