"Thursday your dad is going into surgery."
I remember the words from that night.
I remember the previous burdens...crashing down.
I remember seeing the funny me in my mind Stopping and jumping off the side of my happy Mountain.
I remember the ocean of tears and the shower of Despair that sank deep into my soul.
I remember my mind racing, thinking about Horrible scenarios that could occur from the S-word.
I would imagine this as an episode of House, Cut open for all the viewers to see No NO NO!
I hate remembering.
I want to forget and erase.
But I can't...its into my mind like an ugly Tattoo.