She’s gone. Forever. Suddenly, though we had been warned that it could be any moment.
Amid intermittent flashes of hope, her fight against cancer was a losing one. How do I console myself? Or the young boy, adopted despite my silent dissent when she realized she couldn’t bear one? That death is the only certainty in life? Would that wipe away the hot and cold memory of twenty-five years? Could the boy withstand another massive shock so early in life?
I lie in the dark, watching the crescent moon being engulfed by dark clouds.
Amid intermittent flashes of hope, her fight against cancer was a losing one. How do I console myself? Or the young boy, adopted despite my silent dissent when she realized she couldn’t bear one? That death is the only certainty in life? Would that wipe away the hot and cold memory of twenty-five years? Could the boy withstand another massive shock so early in life?
I lie in the dark, watching the crescent moon being engulfed by dark clouds.
