One lunar year ago this time, I was in the ambulance, clasping my hands so tight the knuckles threatened to split, ma strapped down a few armlengths behind, hooked onto the oxygen tank, gradually slipping away.. The siren wailed but I heard none of it. Objects by the road glided by in a blur. One lunar year ago, from that moment onwards, everything changed forever.
I will remember every single minute. The pain is so raw, it is a sin to have survived it. One day later, it'd be grandad's lunar anniversary.
This double whammy, I guess I'd never be able to forgive the heavens for it.
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