My eyes opened to many thoughts. The pictures in my brain, with the story lines. The family characters playing out their roles. Even the dead ones.
My granddaughter’s not talking to me – my daughter and her on the phone – someone telling her she is owed thousands of dollars – my sister staring at me on the big screen – knowing that there is no love – a line on my Facebook account telling me I don’t know Christ – a boating accident – beer – drinks – screaming-
She’s dead-but she lives on.