I know they wrapped you up in all your high school portraits and told the story of your old life, but I remember you. I remember you as you were.
When people die, we talk about everything good they ever did and forget all their mistakes. When our loved ones pass away, we love them the way they always wished to be loved when they lived. We love the dead fiercely and…
How could someone so full of love, light and life not have the will to live? How could those who improve the lives of so many other people not be capable of creating a life for themselves that is good enough to live?
The floor was hard and shiny like a hospital and there were a few benches where people slept, while others slumbered on the floor. It was cold inside the station even though it was warm outside. The air was thin, even though the giant terminal held at least 100 people. Something felt inexplicably wrong.