Monday, October 06, 2014
On Sunday — which would have been Tom's 58th birthday — I opened up the Sunday paper to find this spadea.1 I was riveted by the red balloon. The aneurysm which killed him would have been at least as large at the balloon in the illustration, it still strikes me an unimaginable that we could not have known something of that size was inside of him. It's odd, too, to think about Tom at 58, older than our parents were when he died, twice the age I was when he died. Does it make sense to think about someone being dead for more than half their life?
But it may explain today's funk, and last night's uneasy dreams.
1. I love that there is word for these foldover sheets on newspapers.
Posted by Michelle at 10:29 PM