As Bright as Heaven

by Susan Meissner

Maybe this is what losing a child does to you. It peels off the top layer of who you are, like a snake shedding its skin, and underneath is new skin, and because it’s new, it’s not the same.

Sooner or later she will learn time changes everything, takes everything: sometimes in a blink, and sometimes so slowly you can’t even see it happening.

I guess our eyes don’t change much from when we were young. Perhaps it’s just how we see things that changes.