A Decade of Waiting

August 18^th, 2005 I held your hand for the last time. Since then a decade has passed and, on this remembrance day, I wonder if indeed time is the best medicine. I do not know.

…I searched in my box of old 35mm negatives and found you again. Just as I do in my thoughts. Here is a picture I had not printed before. This is the girl I remember.

Then, one of the last pictures I took of you in the Intensive Care Unit. Two clowns came to cheer you up, and for a moment, you had the most beautiful laughter I have ever heard. Actually, I hear it again, in moments when the world seems difficult and unfair.

And your stone. Just a stone. 

But you always said “I can deal with it.”

Can I?

July 11, 2015

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2015