The Agenda: Day 51
It’s hard putting into practice all the things that I decided to believe about death when death wasn’t peering over the bed sheet at me.
I really don’t think I could bring myself to reconcile with Laos even if I knew I was going to die.
I have made progress though.
I can now manage to speak with him, although briefly, and I can refer to him using his name.
I’m just not ready to ask him why he never came for me.