I would scream so many things at the world and at Erica’s family and friends and, yes, even at myself, if I could.
If it was an appropriate response.
If I could bring myself to do it.
Anger
Mouse in the house
Wandering through Vegas
I am overflowing with memories. The same ones I have always wanted to be able to put into words. They are so vivid in my mind. The neon colours have turned pastel over the years, but the imprint is so finely etched, I will never lose them. Sometimes, I fear otherwise.
There were days, weeks, months when I felt guilty for being able to breathe.
This.
Coping
Moving on
It’s been two weeks since Erica’s funeral and, already, I’ve heard people talk about the need to move on.
Memorial sermon for Erica
Following is the text of the Memorial Sermon that Reverend Deanne Patchett gave for my sister.
Ink for Erica
Erica had a tattoo on the back of her neck that was simply the text: “The only way out is through.”
The dress
Exactly how I feel
In the last several days, more than a few people, upon learning of Erica’s death, have said, “I know exactly how you feel.”
“Exactly.”
