Daniel Schreiber
I cannot blog about this; and I cannot not write about this.
There is something almost obscene about writing about death and one’s unspeakable grief on a blog. The former English major in me rebels, stopping me after every few words I type, insisting that a form as low as a blog is profane when it comes to a life such as Daniel’s.
But I have been out at one in the morning, under the almost-full moon, walking along the train tracks where this accident supposedly occurred, stumbling around and searching for answers in the dark, and I must either write about my unspeakable grief or write about nothing at all. I cannot imagine a time when I will be able to write about anything else.
I am still so deep in denial that I called his cell phone, just to hear his cheerful voice, and left a message to tell him how much I miss him… I cannot see through my tears; no more tonight.