by Tracy Wasem
Published by Tracy Wasem on Smashwords
Copyright 2011 by Tracy Wasem
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I died in the month of May. Twenty-four years old and it was my favorite month of the year. Flowers were in full bloom while dusty rains covered the desert sky. Stretched naked on the operating table with deep incisions splitting my entire abdominal cavity returning in death via the same manner as my birth; bloody and in the hospital. Life is constantly morphing from one moment to the next. Sometimes so quickly that we don't notice how everyday activities are taken for granted. Death changed my notion of time and my perception of life would never be the same.
Everything was in perfect order a month ago. Substitute teaching and graduate school kept me busy. My younger sister Kim was working on her degree as well. My parents were teachers therefore Kim and I never knew college was optional. The talk was always "when" you finish college around our home. We both worked hard and would reminisce over our childhood summers spent in an RV traveling all over the place. We didn't attend church growing up. My parents quit going to church because a man was asked to leave a service due to his shabby dress and appearance. They followed out the door behind him astounded at the hypocrisy . That isn't to say we weren't taught morals by example. We are very close family and gratitude seems too insufficient a word to describe my feeling for everyone.