oh my god
words cannot describe what it is like waking up 18 hours or more after your head hit the pillow on an operating table where you are to undergo a surgery that is routine, to everyone in the room but you
it seems like an eternal two seconds have passed, and you “come to” and realize that you are alive, alive to another day that is unfathomably better than anything you could win at a lottery store
words cannot describe what it is like to wait in the holding room with your family before such a serious surgery, when everyone whispers or chokes up in your ear about loving you, and whispers that everything will be ok, when in the back of everyone’s mind, or at least mine, there is the thought, the not very peaceful thought,
that this could be the final goodbye
BOB BEVERLEY
PEACE ETC.