Life and Death
When we drove here, I knew that it was the last time I was going to really feel fresh air on my face, the last time I was going to see the city skyline against the blue sky, the last time I was going to see the purple and white iris exploding with riotous exuberance in their garden plots. I knew it was the last lovely thing I would share with my beloved. It was beautiful, and it was bitter.
This morning I woke up to the sound of birdsong. I lay still for a few minutes, my eyes closed, and for that few minutes I felt... like me. Normal. As though I could get up and take a walk in the morning's tender light. As though I was going to live to see my son and baby granddaughter grow up, and celebrate holidays with my beautiful and loving family, and share romantic getaways with my husband, and make colorful soft textiles with my once-clever hands, and laugh with my friends. It was beautiful, and it was bitter.