least ways,
i am.
Someone shared that someone,
who i had worked with died recently,
the name did not bring a face,
did not bring a memory.
It was not until the next morning,
the person's memories came to me,
this is normal...
mornings are good,
evenings bad.
Sometimes, i complicated my speech,
using many words when one will suffice...
it is a bad habit,
that seems to be more controlled as i write.
this exasperates friends.
The last New year's day of my mom's life,
I sad that she got to see 20111,
She responded in a way i was not ready for....
"and i am so disappointed!".
She was ready and there was no fear.
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