Friday, September 07, 2007
Words mean nothing to the dead. So what do I do with all the "I love you"s inside me? What do I do with: "Where would we be without you?" "What would we do without you?" "Thank you so much." "This means so much to us." "You are truly a blessing." "We need you." "I want to be like you." "You're my favorite aunt." "You have such fine taste." "I admire you." "You're beautiful." The words aren't just bottled up. They rot and choke me with their poison. They fester. And it is all my fault because I should have said them in the first place.