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I go through waves of crying and not being able to breathe and then stillness, and I know that she won’t leave even when I start up again. I know she won’t be annoyed; even though she jokes around a lot, I know she won’t this time. Whatever this is, she’s here.
The sepia imagery begins, people waving goodbye for the last time, not knowing it’s the last time.
It’s about all of this. The real reason I’m crying is because I am already mourning this life. I am afraid that I’ll have to say goodbye, and I don’t know if I can live through it all over again.
