Paul
I opened the car door and said out loud, "I hate time," as I prepared to leave the cemetery.
I opened the car door and said out loud, "I hate time," as I prepared to leave the cemetery.
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
I knew my accident had been serious business when I saw the newspaper headlines a couple of weeks later, stating, "Boy (19) Tricked Death."