After the trapeze day, Trish slept for three days straight. Her body is giving out. Our amazing nurse, Sheila, told us this is what the end is like. Sheila’s words ring through my head as I hold my coffee and…
Week 28: Trish makes it to the ocean and prepares us for her death
Trish is home from the hospital finally. She was admitted 5 days ago after unbearable pain and an emergency room admission. It’s Thursday September, 27th and I haven’t seen her in 36 hours – the longest stretch in months. She…
Six months after: The death of a metaphor
AWWWWW! yelled the audience of 200 drunk french vacationers. On a beach in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic, I lay face down, wearing nothing but sparkly lavender tights. Spotlights shone on me brightly in the tropical night air. My big nose poked…
A Eulogy for Trisha Creekmore: Take the Rabbit Hole
Trisha Diane Smith was born on October 6th 1964 at 2:06 AM to the parents of Suzanne Cogen and Paul Smith of Los Angeles, California. It was, like this year, an election contest; conservative Barry Goldwater vs. establishment Lyndon Johnson.…
Final Cancer Week 27: The kids learn they will lose their Mom to cancer
It’s Wednesday, September 26th, 2012. I’ve fallen to my knees on the kitchen floor. Grief sweats from every pore and I’m hyperventilating for the first time in my life. My eyes have narrowed to tunnel vision and my body…