These are the stories of us. These are the anecdotes of our days. This is the good bad and ugly (mostly good) of our not so unique, large (but not as large as some) family, living life to the fullest. Some of us might not have the average number of years generally allotted but we will fill each of those years with the celebration of family, friends and life
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Look it up
last picture with open eyes (poor quality phone pic)
This Thursday night, one year ago in approximately three hours was the last time I saw Ailish's eyes. She was not herself. She was grinding her teeth like crazy, not something she was known to do. Her eyes were deviated to the side, something I had always referred to as stuck. This had not happened to her in a couple of years. Other than the teeth grinding she was settled and there was nothing she needed from me so I went to sleep. Some time after that I have never ascertained when, Ailish went unconscious never to open her eyes again. That is what you call a pisser. Look it up in the dictionary. You'll see.