The morning of the last day. There's still the evening to go, still time for good-byes, pictures, and email address exchanges. The morning of the last day where there's still time to partake, to share, to enjoy before the present is swallowed up into memory centers of the brain, and where recall will eventually, sadly, undoubtedly, degrade from specifics to vagaries. (And you are?) Of course bittersweet endings are nothing new. They are the stuff of beauteous heartbreak in the shared experience of humankind. Yes, "parting is all we know of heaven, all we need of hell" and Yes, "we'll alway have Paris".(She turns into the fog, camera rolls back, visual field becomes blurred, changing from gray to black. Poof. "Au revoir mon cher" is whispered before the credits roll.)
Available on Amazon There are infinitesimal moments, milliseconds actually, when a decision is made and life takes an unexpected turn. For Rosie, it came while driving on the thruway, passing a double trailer, when, seeing the slight curve of the road ahead, she imagined how twisting winds and shifting weights of masses in motion could possibly blow the truck over, crushing her soft flesh and brittle bones into a confounding mass of crumpled metal that could never be put right.