A Wave Hit

First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on January 20, 2014

In my head I see myself.  My hands are in my hair, over my ears, on my face and in my hair again.  I am screaming.  Screaming.  My Grandmother is dying.  She is my best friend and she is dying.  And I am screaming.

5 years ago next month.  It will be five years ago next month that she died.

Right now I can feel it.  Right this very moment.  My best friend is dying.  He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dying (but not really).  It is me.  I am dying (but not really).  I am only screaming.  My hands are in my hair.  I can see myself

and I am screaming.


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