Tonight I’m thinking not of the birthday party planned for tomorrow for Ellie and Joanna, the balloons and cupcakes, the games and goodie bags, but of Dori and Abby. Tonight I’m thinking of my friend who tomorrow is going to say goodbye to her baby, that brown-eyed, yellow-furred pile of love. Tonight I’m sorry I couldn’t go hang out and give-and-get kisses from my almost-favorite pet (I have to give top ranks to my childhood dog BJ). Tonight I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to say goodbye.
Tomorrow is the last day. What’s goes through the mind as one witnesses the end?
I don’t know. I hope to never find out.
Tonight I’m thinking of my friend Dori. Tomorrow is the day that after begins for her, and for those who love her, who want to help her into after, into next.
I hope tomorrow I know better what to do for my friend. Tonight, I say, here are these arms, these ears, this heart. Tomorrow I can say the same.
Tomorrow is the last day. The first day. The day that marks the shift from then to now, from used to be to can only be.
A party, tomorrow?