this morning #1480.
this morning, something was still gnawing at me. in the thirty or so hours since the family & i were awoken by flames & smoke and forced to flee our burning house, i couldn’t get this single image out of my mind. in the chaos of the moment, i’d bolted down the hall, picked my mother-in-law up out of her bed and quickly carried her down the stairs. the entire time, she exhibited zero emotion. stone face. complete calm. it was downright creepy. i get that her mind’s in decline but this was something different. total detachment. i still haven’t heard her say a word about the fire. she could’ve died. perhaps my wife chatted with her about it when i was at the house retrieving her late husband’s shit. man. i really hope she did.