The last thing I remember is feeling so empty, yet filled
with such great sorrow and dread. I remember
going to work feeling like a hollow cold shell that walked around in a
daze. I would excuse myself from
co-workers and retreat into the bathroom where I would stand and sob.
Nothing seemed to get better. I missed her.
I hated myself, and wanted to turn the clock back. But I could not. I
could not do a dam thing.
I resigned from my position, for it was no longer the job I
was passionate about. That was over, and my
heart had died that day along with Iris. So I began
thinking… why go to a place that only adds to my unhappiness? Would she want me to continue like this or
would she want to see me happy?
It was only a week since I lost her and felt that maybe a
quiet walk in the woods would help me? Maybe help me find some peace if even
only for a moment. I was walking along,
lost in my sorrow and in my thoughts of despair. I never even heard the thunder or the
lightning start. I guess I recall
feeling and hearing the rain hit the ground and all around me. I just kept walking in a trance towards
nothing really. I guess that is when the
rather large tree branch fell and knocked me off my feet and into the air. In the last moments before I lost
consciousness I felt something warm and sticky on my head. I reached for the warm substance and saw
red.
All was black. All
was dark.
I eventually heard people talking frantically all at once
and then sirens blaring. And then
nothing. All was dark, All was
still. My body was not responding. I was a prisoner in my own body.
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