A lot died that day.
Not just the possibility of death.
But the idea of being taken off a plane, the ambulance, the EMTs, the sirens
The bright lights of an unfamiliar emergency room
Surviving
Then losing again...
I don't know which loss is harder to bear..
The loss of opportunities, making the same mistakes again and again.
The friendly stents
Aging
Sunday New York Times and pike coffee
Freshly-washed cherries
The silent flow of traffic across the water
The starting and re-starting
The fatigue
And now the life comes back in such short spurts
that i had come here to re-live.
