Sorting
“I took care of so many people and didn’t get to hold on to any of them.”
Ugh. I don’t want to get out of bed. It’s warm and comfy and soft. I have coffee by my side.
The year I’ve had is weighing on me now. All the loss, all the trauma, all the sadness. I’m sorting through it all like I sorted through the belongings of the mad and dying. The notebooks and novels and shoes I brought to and from VA hospitals. The Eastern Airli…
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