Angels

“Take a number and get in line.

Memories, one happier than the next, tumbled into my head and presented themselves for inspection and I had to put my fist into my mouth to stop from bawling with loss.

I preferred the past, not yet convinced that that's what it was—the past.

The current of life was trying to drag me forward, but I resisted

Isn't it strange that sometimes the memory of an act of kindness can cause more pain than the cruel stuff?

I felt entirely lost, but at the same time unnaturally calm—almost as if I'd been waiting for a catastrophe and it was a weird sort of relief that it had finally happened