Abby Chirpich > Recent Status Updates

I need to show her my ring. I need her to help me find a dress, to say she loves the ones I hate and hates the ones I love. I need to argue with her about the menu. I need her to help with my makeup but not my hair. I need to beg for her silence when she tries to tell embarrassing stories about her own honeymoon. I need to tell her how different Kendi is from Dad.

Eight years have passed since, and time is no healer. A mother stays even when she’s gone, like a muted moon in the daytime sky. And the existence of Davis warps everything. You’d think being upset with mom might appease my grief, but it compounds it.

One death is a thousand others- the death of songs and tea and rain. If she had to go, I wish she’d go already. She’s nowhere but everywhere. In the sky and the kitchen and Shauna. And Dad.

As if mom weren’t enough, this greedy earth devours, like, three thousands more lives gulp when planets crash into the World Trade Center. One of those lives is the aunt of a boy from my school. She was a nurse and probably not an alcoholic. All of these people, but dad’s still here.

Loss keeps a tight grip when there’s hope left, and some part of me still haunts for Ryan When He Was Sober And Mine.