I was filming a wedding when I got the call. She had fallen and hit her head. The diagnosis is speculative at best but closer to realistic than any others.
And while I stand and snap away, record and capture, two families joining together completely oblivious to despair inflicted on mine. Having minimal
effect on them other than my her raising me and my mother simultaneously,
thereby securing an artist for a wedding nobody could have predicted at my birth.
And so forever on will their memories be kept as mine reallocate into remembrance.
04/21/2011
Dawn has arrived to find that she is still alive; still with us, though in a capacity that is envied by no one. The option is to suffer the pain, for as many days as that is possible; weeks, months, etc; or to maintain some semblance of resiliency and opt for surgery that is most assured to be dismal as the beat of humanity is difficult above 40 bpm. The latter was chosen.
04/22/2011
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