July 11, 2010
Iím memorizing her face Ė even those this isnít the face I want to remember after sheís gone. I want to remember her without the cracked white lips, the gray skin stained with tears falling from barely open eyes. I want to remember her mouth animated in song or a full-voiced rant, not twisted in pain or quivering in a pained attempt to utter a monosyllabic plea to change the TV channel. I havenít seen her real face for a month, and it kills me to know that this is the one that is real to me now Ė and to her.