A Soliloquy to Life and the Ascension From Hell

“Mom”!   His voice is stretched across the intercontinental connection that we call iphones,  “Cath’s girlfriend just died, she fell out a window!”

Collecting my senses,  “What do you mean?  What happened?  Was she alone?”

The air is suddenly thick.  It’s like a shroud that envelopes you when trauma of this sort is levied.   “Do I know her?”  My face screwed up and my voice became scratchy.

His breathing quickens.  I hear him panting as his blood pressure screams through his head.   He does not ...