I tilt my head to watch the clouds moving slowly overhead, and think about how happy I am to be here, and how not too terribly long from now, everyone in this stadium, even the kids who are dancing around enjoying the music from Star Wars and Jurassic Park, everyone of us will be dead. This thought, far from filling me with fear or despair, soothes me somewhat in a mildly sad way, and I lean to my right where Katie is sitting and push the weight of my shoulder into her side, happy just that she's there, and she, slightly distracted by the music, leans back into me, then looks up from the stage and smiles.
One year ago: Do it Again (Chemo redux)
Two years ago: The Long Cut
Three years ago: The Horror of Forgeting/The Terror of Forgetting
Four years ago: The Brooklyn Elderly Woman in Her Natural Habitat
Eight years ago: 6/8/09 Braid
Nine years ago: 6-8-08 Some days, it's just easy