Status Updates From When the Cranes Fly South

Now I’m in a better headspace I’m picking this back

“For a moment, I imagine what it would be like if I were the one up at the microphone, but no one thought to ask. The people in my life don't count on me anymore, and they're right not to, because my body isn't up to it.”

I’ve already cried

"Sometimes it moves so slowly, and then suddenly..." I move my hand as fast as I can, demonstrating the way that twenty years of my life just happened.
"That's the sort of thing we don't think about as children," says the priest. "We just were, you know?"

“My ears strain for the sound of claws on the floor, for a soft yawn. For the sound of your knitting needles, gently clicking together. But all I can hear is the hum of the fridge and the ticking of the clock.”