![]() I’ve been ready, already, to start writing to her, back and forth, to keep her alive. I see her in the color coral of the sweatshirt I wore yesterday.Īt the hospital, after the aneurysm, I saw her name on a poster on the bathroom wall where I stopped to pee, finally, after holding it for too long, not wanting to leave her side as I wondered if her breakfast oatmeal and blueberries were still in her belly, undigested. I see her in my inbox which has 61 messages in it (she was born in 1961). I see her in my writing desk, which her grandmother received on a train many years ago. I see her in the bench her husband made where I am now growing tiny seedlings to plant in the spring. I see her face looking back at me in the mirror she gave us for our mantel. Even my "waxed" dental floss became a sign of our love.īut today I see Linda in the crab on the license plate in front of me as I park my car (she was from Maryland, the land of crabs). When I was falling in love, suddenly the David’s brand of sunflower seeds in the gas station reminded me of my new lover, and the statue of David postcard in my childhood bathroom with a cut-out where the light switch popped through. When you fall in love, or when someone dies, you instantly begin to see their name everywhere and reminders of their being everywhere. The unconditional love I felt from her was just like she might have had with her pets. I didn’t know it then, when Linda was alive, but now I realize I feel like one of the prettiest kittens she ever owned. ![]()
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