Deep sorrow is emanating from within me as I fear every visit to the rest room.
It is 11:36pm and this final visit to the “John” tells me that Kolbe is leaving my body.
As more brown substance is wiped away, I take an overnight feminine napkin from my drawer. I realize this may be his or her final resting place. So sad am I that as I peel the paper off the adhesive and apply it to my undergarments, I watch as my tears soak it before the blood that will surely be there by morning.
Mary, please comfort me , I’m drowning…