The sky was gray today. In the middle of a heart-achingly beautiful springtime filled with cherry blossoms and dappled sunlight, today the sky was flat, slate, gunmetal gray.
The gray dulled the light so that everything looked a little subdued. As I made my way to the hospital I dodged in-between the raindrops, all the while watching the sky for the coming deluge.
Even inside the hospital I noticed the gray. Gray halls with what seemed like miles of gray tile stretching out down the hallways. When I got to the morgue all I saw was gray. Shiny gray gurneys, big, swinging gray cooler doors. Gray, gray, gray.
And when I left the hospital the sky opened. Gray, all gray as far as the eye could see. Gray sky and gray raindrops, God crying.
Goodbye, Allie. Rest in peace.
Hi Amy
Looking up seeing all the gray clouds in the sky. It keep on going and going. It like seeing the top of your room. Or it like being in gym and the kids are using tissue paper when it get wet. The kids throw them up and it stick out top.
So if the kids keep on doing it all their life. The sky may be made of tissue paper or other thing I can think of.
P.S. Don’t forget http://tripleetalk.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-says-goodbye-like-food.html
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Will