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Blind-Sighted On A Friday By My Wife
It took me 3 years to write
It still surprises me when I look back at it all and when I do travel back, everything is doused in an existential greyness as if I’m seeing things from a different angle, an observer on the sidelines if you will, there to witness events and no more.
What is it that I’m witnessing as this third party? It is but the unfolding of two lovers, a strong perfect family, our happy lives… us…me.
Strange then it is, as it all happened in brilliant bright sunlight on a Friday morning. I am one for faces, names escape me but face never, it's how I’m built. A life in pictures and it’s unusual for me to remember a specific day for any occasion. I remember this Friday in question however, typical that the date has unfavorable flavors — Friday 13th July 2018, the beginning of the end.
Let me paint a scene for you. Picture bright warm sunshine, gentle breezes, blue skies, a cocktail or two, foreign sweet-tasting beers, good food, family times, and carefree times.
Location Eastern Europe on our first all-inclusive-family holiday that you, corny as it may sound, ‘the other half of me’; had managed to bargain the previous October. Funny that those cold winds of October seemed to find their way into this hot July and envelope us.
