Ignorance is bliss

He was pronounced dead at 1:53pm.
We got the phone call at 5:37pm.
He didn't have his ID on him.
Sometimes I think about those 4 hours and 16 minutes.
We were all so unsuspecting.
I sent emails, and I made tea.
I thought about what I would make for dinner.
I looked up one-way tickets to Pennsylvania.
I worried about things that I didn't end up having to worry about.
In some ways, those 4 hours and 16 minutes seem really trivial and meaningless.
But on the other hand, those 4 hours and 16 minutes have been the only 4 hours and 16 minutes since I lost him that I didn't feel like something was missing.
Because I didn't yet know that he was gone. 

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