Day 23 : Three years later, running on fumes
Today was somewhat uneventful, save the day that happened three years ago today. I don’t know if I actively try not to remember, but it’s not an easy thing to remember regardless — with the time that’s passed and the memory of the passing.
Strange things happened during that time. I was connected, learning something but not aware of what.
I remember looking out the window of a critical care unit at the hospital and seeing a gas station. It was just a gas station before that night; a place we stopped at to refuel for another day, another journey. It was close to home, but far enough that you wouldn’t give it a second thought. It was a gas station we drove by every time my mother picked me up from the long train ride home from school; my parents were (are) proud that I finished my university degree, and they sacrificed so much so that I could.
It was a corner on a busy intersection, bright lights and fumes. A gas station. And I remember looking at it, losing myself in the sight of it that night and knowing for a fact that it would never just be a gas station anymore.
I can’t say that I did anything besides keep myself awake with TV shows and editing photos and reading. Seeing a show that opened up with the main character being awoken by his deceased mother didn’t help.
She “fell asleep” at a quarter after midnight, the day after her birthday three years ago. So, three years later, I decided to stay awake until I was running on fumes. I fell asleep around noon and slept all the way through the day until darkness. I would usually say that this was indeed a waste of time, especially since we’re keeping track now. But it wasn’t.
It was a day to remember and to rest, to refuel before hitting the road once again.