One day she asked me to do something and I said, "I can't."
Hearing the words she softens and calmly instructs me to bring her a piece of paper. She draws the letters C A N ' T.
Taking paper in hand she carefully tears away the ' T. As the scrap floats to the floor she smiles gently saying: "Donna, no matter what happens remember that you can always cut the T off can't...then what do you have left?"
I whisper: "I can."
Now on this particular Sunday afternoon I am floating out beyond the three small attic windows. I am floating above the trees and the Mourning Doves call. I am floating high above the locked attic door.
My body is being changed forever.
I can see my life passing before my eyes.
This quick graphic drawn using Sumo.
This memoir began with the June 8 post and this 'defining moment' chapter will be completed by August 21.