Carol
I really think that if he didn't die in the plane crash, my grandmother and mother would have turned out so differently.
I really think that if he didn't die in the plane crash, my grandmother and mother would have turned out so differently.
Everything became clearer as I looked through old school projects and saw I listed the school librarian under the category of "best friend."
I slammed my body into the hood of my truck on the night you died and the dent is still there.
I seriously never thought I was going to crack up in the middle of my first kiss.
Even now, five months later, I can still see the skidmarks on that stretch of highway.
After he died I've always avoided the cherry tree orchards.
Despite coming out as a lesbian more than 10 years ago, the straight girl in me still dwells on memories of Chris and Mike and Kevin and wonders if they ever think about me.
Having to leave behind long-sought posessions many times I realized finally that only the memories of moments and the people remembering me are things to last.
I often think it odd how one of my clearer childhood memories is of slapping my two year old brother's face as hard as my seven year old self could manage.