I stole your Percocet stash and then helped you look for it. I found your suicide note tucked inside a dog-eared copy of Infinite Jest. I loved you most while I watched you watching me give birth. I long for our younger days as much as I miss our infant daughter, how we clung to her in that hospital bed, helpless as her pink lips faded to blue. The tree we planted in her honor is thriving. You still have a Facebook page and every October, as the leaves fall and colder days bloom, someone wishes you a happy birthday.
Photo Credit: Travis Nicholson
Brilliant.
Well done.
brilliant.
This made me cry
Fantastic!!!
I’m sorry for your loss
missing one word for 100 words but beautiful writing
Really? You actually counted?
This is so absolutely stunning and beautifully written.