Some memories are forever burned into my retinas.
I will never forget that there is a children’s ward at Horsham, the line of tiny ducklings following the aide across the lawn. Only to be fed to the wolves.
Others come and go.
Still others are like trying to catch water in hands with fingers outstretched.
Caroline. I think the vet’s name was Caroline. I’m not sure….but I think her name was Caroline.
Not every tear, every scream, every gasp for breath, is for memories of my own.
I’m so sorry.
I wish I could take it all away.
Laughs and Lobotomies 