Faces and names blur. Pieces of conversation. Bad jokes. Anecdotes and arguments. Hugs and handshakes. A spinning cycle of memories. Carol lay there awaiting the end. Around her, notes from an unfinished symphony. She had even forgotten which vital organ was failing.
Try to make sense of a life.Somehow fit all the strange puzzle pieces together to form a narrative. Where do you place the regret? Did I own a pet? What are my kids' names? She remembers a man, a church, a priest, vows. His name?
Manny! Yes, that was his name. Her breathing calms momentarily. Then she realizes Manny is the guy down the corner who makes pizza.
Carol quietly passes away, her final thought wondering if she ever ordered pizza with anchovies.
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