Until further notice, I curse Fridays because a Friday took you away from me.
Today is Good Friday, but there is nothing good about this Friday.
This Friday is a Friday thrice removed from the Friday that stole you away for good.
I stumble at 12:10: the time you told mommy you loved her, as you walked out the door for the last time.
I cry at 1:43: the time you crossed the Throggs Neck Bridge, never to return.
I die with you at 2:13.
I shake in our grave at 2:20: the time they called mommy to tell her to rush to the hospital.
I join the universe in silence at 5:15 pm (2:15 PST), when I was told that my daddy is dead.
See, all the pending Fridays will remind me of the darkness of the Friday three Fridays ago.
And for that reason, I curse Fridays.