Alice didn't live to see 2008. This is a difficult one, the year I turn 37 and surpass Alice's age. How could I have known that this potential existed in my life?
What makes starting 2008 somewhat easier is the notion that I'm starting to know Alice more as someone who's dead than who's alive. It's a function of the passing of time.
My mom said, incredulously, "Alice is moving to the backburner. I can't believe it."
She yearns to dream of Alice, to feel closer to her and experience her, even unconsciously. I want the same thing, myself.
So here's to dreaming of Alice in 2008.
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