Tuesday, 26 January 2010

On the night Mom passed, I told her that it was okay for her to go. We'd be okay. She shook her head, "Yes," that she knew we would be. But now I'm not so sure. I had potato chips and a Pepsi for dinner tonight. That's not the sign of someone who's okay. It's a lot easier to be brave in the moment, but in the aftermath I'm weak and uncertain. I don't want to be brave. I don't want to be anything.