I've been absent for awhile. There are days that I would like to hit the 'backspace' key and be transported back before the pain, back before the death, back before the tears. I don't use that key often but this past week I gently placed my finger on that key, hoping, just hoping to stop time. You see, I experienced 2 deaths within one week, my brother-in-law and one of my favorite aunts. So full of life one day and gone the next. I would like to hit the backspace key for them. I would like to hit the backspace key for me....to have one more day with these special people. Two funerals in one day. Memories of days gone by....never to come again. Floods of 'backspace' memories. This old typewriter's keys are old and stuck. There is no tapping the 'backspace' key to make all things as they were. We all have those moments, don't we? Those days we want to hit the backspace key. Looking at the keys on this typewriter got me to thinking.....I can wish to hit the backspace key and live in the past, I can hit the 'tab' key and fast forward over the uncomfortable, or I can just tap the 'spacebar' and live one day at a time. I'm embracing the blur in my life right now.

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