spent the evening talking
to someone in the same predicament.
sometime during the call
i felt this incredible guilt,
realizing that i had driven
past the city
where
liz’s
remains are housed
when i drove to/from
my cabin the tuesday of my fishing trip.
can’t believe i didn’t
think about this
as i drove past
the town.
what an asshole.
how could i not think
of this in the moment?
not sure what i would
have done if i
had.
i wouldn’t have driven
to the funeral home.
or anything.
i just would have been
extra sad i suppose.
(so glad she’s not on my fireplace mantle or something. that would really suck).
the other thing
that contributed
to an awful day?
got a letter in the
mail.
the surgeon general sent
a certificate of appreciation with
liz’s
name on it,
thanking her for
“giving the gift of life, health & hope”
she was an organ donor.
what the hell do they
expect me to do with this?
frame it, put it on my wall?