The despair washed over me in a wave, and I wondered how long it would last. Mourning every detail of the life I would never experience again. There were so many little, beautiful things. The feel of the late-afternoon sun filtering through the windows after school as I did my homework. Fresh coffee to my lips. The smell of my mom’s hair when she gave me a hug. Things I’d taken in stride as part of my day. Let alone the things I’d never get to experience now.
