I’ve been thinking about her more than usual lately. I already think about her every day, like when I look down at her wedding ring that fits perfectly around my index finger, or when I glance at the photo of her on my nightstand before I fall asleep. I believe that the reason for this is because of the book I’m reading right now for my Senior Seminar class, called A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius; essentially, the book is a man’s memoir about how he watches both of his parents die from cancer, and how he copes with the unfortunate event afterwards. Needless to say, I can relate to his story.
Even though I haven’t dreamt about her for a while now, or seen any remnants of her in my daily life, I take comfort in the fact that she is still watching over me. For instance, last night was Second Saturday, which is my absolute favorite night of the month to go gallivanting around The Grid. However, for some odd reason, I just didn’t feel like going out last night. And if you know me at all, it’s very unlike me to not want to go out on Second Saturday, or on a Saturday night in general. So I stayed in, only to find out this morning that, at some point during the Second Saturday shenanigans, there was a shooting only 10 blocks away from my apartment, which resulted in one person dead and three others wounded.
Coincidence? Maybe. My mom watching over and protecting me? Definitely.