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Angels

Reflections from the other side of February 1st, 2023

Three years ago today, I had a near death experience. I've written about it every year since.

The station will come. Sew quilts of memories, thats all we leave behind. - I wrote a poem about this.

Each year I write. Not because I have answers, but because I'm still here to ask the questions as a result of my near death experience.

Year One — The Strangers The ones who covered me with a blanket. Called 911. Fed my family. Showed up.

Year Two — The Room The one memory I kept. The eyes I'll never forget. The voice that told me to call Lindsey.

Year Three — Ghosts Again, not yet. Why?

3 Years Later. Ghosts Again, Not Yet.

0:00 /3:01 1× 3 years ago: Continued from last year ---- Mom, with every breath I still take, I've come to recognize that I recall your presence at the time the heavens were ready, 3 years ago. I want you to know that I can wait…

2 Years, and I still feel you. I shouldn't be here.

0:00 /1:20 1× 2 years ago: Continued from last year ---- And I still vividly about this particular aspect of it: “You need to call Lindsey, right now.” “I can’t….” When Lindsey arrived, she said I was crying out to you, “...come back, Mom!” Yet the hospital…

1 Year Later.

II have exerted every effort to evade the progression to today, yet here I am, confronting the very moment I sought to avoid. There I was alive, yet barely clinging to the fragile thread of life—a broken silhouette against the harsh asphalt. It's been 1 year. On…