Angels

Reflections from the other side of February 1st, 2023

Each year I write. Not because I have answers, but because I'm still here to ask the questions.

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.

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
1 Year Later.
II have exerted every effort to evade the progression to today, yet here I am, confronting the very moment I