The Fallen

RIP Officer Travis Murphy, dead at 29. You can read the rest here.

Farewell Mother Height

R.I.P.

Friendship

I sat there in the uncomfortable chair in that silent, stark room. The only sounds were the rhythmic whirring of machines and my breathing. Head bowed, wondering how long before I could leave this sterile, impersonal place.

On the bed a few feet away lay one of my BFFs trying to breathe normally and regularly but finding it difficult. Every so often she'd glance at me and smile weakly and try to apologize but I'd repeat again how I wanted to be here with her, to stay for as long as she needed me.

I again glanced at the time on my phone and tried concentrating on the game I had been playing on and off since I had shown up. I looked up as the nurse/technician quietly entered the room and I shut off the game and leaned forward to hear as she spoke to BFF.

Even though the previous tech had waxed too much of her eyebrows she shouldn't worry, they would grow back again and really, thin brows are making a comeback, right?