I could feel it all around the edges this morning, like a high-pitched, barely discernible sound…a mosquito buzzing my ear.

As the day progressed it gradually bled into the center, the core of me.  It was the familiar, metallic sadness that settles in my chest.  (I haven’t felt it this strongly in a little while, so I take this as progress…)

Like a visitor who shows up at your door, ready to see you as scheduled–but you had forgotten your appointment.  “Of course you’re here.  Yes…come in.”

Right on time, like clockwork.  I didn’t realize it until then, but today was March 18th, my 38th anniversary, and I had a visitor knocking at my door.  Happy Anniversary, Babe.  I should have known you’d come…

One thought on “Visitor

  1. Connie Cronkhite

    Hi Carrie, I love you and my heart is so tender to your pain. You helped me so much with my pain, I wish I could do the same for you. ♥


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