Oct 23, 2023
When someone dies, you think about the slow days with them time and again. The most ordinary moments pop up in your head like how she looked while she walks through the kitchen and switches the lights on. Where did she look at? The wall clock with her raised eyebrows and anticipation of a 12 o'clock noon. The warmth and softness of a surprise hug. The gap between her teeth and where are her moles and scars at again? The scent of a determined, caring woman. Not the grandest things really. Hence whenever I begin to see my worth based on the glory of passing days, I consciously tell myself that the slowest, most ordinary times are not too bad after all.
