Contributed photo / Larry CaseFor the life of me, I could not believe I was here and this was happening. I felt a crushing sadness and at the same time a foggy sense of disbelief, as if I would wake up and it would all be a bad dream. A long time ago I had entered into a pact with an old friend and now, somehow, today was the day.
“Did you think this could never happen?” said the annoying, pious voice in the back of my head. “People die every day; you will, too, you know.”
The words were biting, infuriating.
“Just shut up and go away,” I mumbled to myself and the voice, but I knew it wouldn’t listen.
“Still talking to yourself?” Millie asked.