It seems as though we’re timing things as before Mike got sick, after Mike got sick, before Mike died and since Mike died. All our lives seem to be broken down into that right now. Peyton and I were talking about her friendship with a boy tonight and it was broken down into those terms without our really thinking about it.
They were mad at each other at this point, less mad at this point, back to being friends at this point — and all the points related to whether Mike’s pain was back, whether his recurrence was diagnosed yet, whether he was still in Cary with James or back here with us.
It’s like we tell time based on whether Mike was alive or dead, and what state his illness was at. That’s because time doesn’t matter when someone is dying. It’s ll focused on the person, and time passes only as it related to Mike.
The pain came back in October, the fluid was noticed the middle of February. The diagnosis came back the end of February. He came home two weeks later and died two weeks after that. Time has pretty much stood still since he died, There’s before Mike died and since Mike died. Everyting else revolves around that.
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