This story was reflective as I were the driver himself to take in.
Today I brought great heaviness into that cab, yet would have shifted into a role of servitude, taking in what was happening.
It’s difficult for me to dissolve this emotional weight that originated from a personal traumatic event on Saturday and culminated on Sunday.
This story in the middle of my current state of shock and PTSD has only placed solemnity towards this frail woman’s closing chapter in her life and can be the cab driver, still. Reflective. Insightful.
I can only say I will continue processing the emotional trauma experienced this weekend and stay here in these quiet spaces of stories to find my light again.