I have not seen you since you fell from the horse, and, to be honest, I've avoided the contact. Half of your frontal lobe is now gone, and you aren't who you once were. I miss the laughing, gregarious one who came before, not the quiet one who shies away.
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Reader Comments (2)
I love the way you've written this series.
this was beautifully tender. i've heard people express similar things about aging parents: not who they once knew.
btw: love the masthead. it has clearly been too long since i visited your actual site. rss be damned!