My migraine story is past tense. It’s uncomfortable to say, “I used to get migraines but don’t anymore” because I don’t have a great answer to the most common follow up question, “Oh, what made the migraines go away?”Read More
Sometimes crummy things happen to special things, people, or places. I guess that’s just how it goes. “It’s just the cycle of life,” a former co-worker used to like to muse.
IS that true? Do you think? What is valuable? What is not? Who decides? What is morality and what is truth? What is crummy?
I sat on a couch catty-corner where my friend sat. The room was dark and warm. She was recovering from surgery for cancer.
"You should have seen what they took out of me," she said.
I nodded. "Yeah," I said quietly.
"You know, sometimes, I wonder about all that Tab I drank years ago. Maybe..." she said looking for answers.
I paused. "No," I said as quietly as I could.
I received sad news today. A friend died a few days ago.
Goodbye, dear friend. You were a righteous example of life. I hope you saw all the wildflowers you wanted to see.