Carol

“When I'm done, I contemplate lying down in the middle of the road to let a car finish me off. I'm already half-dead.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“He said focus. The word focus. I hear angels singing. Everything goes dark except for a light that beams down on Sean. It is a God-given sign- like when people see the Virgin Mary in their grilled cheese, except this isn't religious and I'm actually not a big fan of dairy. I stare at the back of his head. His HEAD. Something I see every day but never really see because it's been there forever. Since the first day of third grade.

I crumple up my web. I don't need it. Praise be, the Focus Gods have spoken.

I am going to write about Sean Griswold's Head.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“They just change. Their body changes. Their abilities - the things they do that make them who they are - leave, sometimes temporarily, sometimes forever. Every day they wake up with that big what if?

And nothing is scarier than a life filled with what ifs - living by day without predictability and control. Some people end up losing feeling. Some have uncontrollable spasms. Some can't function. Some end up blind or in a wheelchair. Some end up bedridden and paralyzed.

It's hard to know who "some people" will be.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“We have different interests,
fit into different cliques, but the length of our friendship makes
most of that unimportant. You go through enough with a person
over a long enough period of time and they just become a part of
who you are.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head