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Show 321 Snapshot: The Birthday by Our Oldest Son It was my 16th birthday. It was some time in the evening, and we were together as a family to celebrate. My mom was actually home (as opposed to being in the hospital), and the opportunity to have a party was good. I remember the glow ofthe kitchen lights and the pitch black dark of the night outside. It was nice. Things changed quickly, however, when someone dropped a piece of tableware. It is interesting how the sound of something as simple as a fork or a plate dropping can echo on in your memory, etched with the gut-wrenching feelings that were attached to them, as you realized what was happening. The spasms started as most did: slowly. As it was first tensing up, and there was often still a glimmer of hope that she might come out of it on her own. But on this day, as with so many other days, this was not the case. VThe small startle Went quickly into all-out spasms. She clenched up, and the next thing I remember is her on the floor, with the nurses treating her as she seized. The party was over. |
