So where has this year gone? I cannot believe it's August - and the end of August, at that. I swear that a few days ago it was January and I was in NYC. And March and my surgery seem so close, too. And wasn't yesterday May? Wasn't it? I hope that eventually my life's speed tops out, that somewhere ahead it pegs, and bounces against the edge of the speedometer for a bit, and then slows down. It's all happening too fast. I want to slow it down, to freeze frame. To live in the moment. To remember everything.
"Nothing hurts as bad as they say it does, Lucille. And clear, pure memory doesn't hurt at all. What hurts is forgetting." -Rich in Love -Josephine Humphreys.