Good morning Wonders:
Today I have made it to the six week deadline of my recovery. The exact six weeks. For the last 24 hours I have been counting how many times over the last six weeks I wished to go out of the house.
Today I get to go out. I get to take a car ride to North Carolina and I get to take a flight.
I wish I had been more specific of where I wanted to go. I should have wished to go on vacation or go to the mall even. I wish I had wished to just take a walk or go see friends. I wish I hadn’t complained so much about been cooped up.
I wish I was going anywhere else instead of my sister’s funeral.
To my sister:
I hope you are free like the wind and your spirit is being carried by your majestic wings soaring high above the clouds to your new home. You were an angel here on earth and I know he is awaiting your arrival. I love you so much.