Today’s post is brought to you by Bosstones’ The Impression That I Get. I keep listening to it even though it often makes me cry.
Photos exist from the day before he died because he always had such a sarcastic sense of humor about medical stuff. Made me promise in January to take a photo of him in recovery after surgery looking like shit so that he could show off what he’d been through. So this was one for the brag books, one for him to joke about. I couldn’t face the thought that it might not be.
I didn’t really look at myself in these until now, and now it looks like a stranger to me. You can see her swallow her fear.