My Life - Original Writing Essay
When there is no more tension in his body I let go.
The wives’ tale is your life flashes before your eyes when you die and I guess I did die. Since I got my son back I have almost existed solely as a father and when I ended him, I ended me. My life flashes before my eyes. Not the whole thing, not the highlights, just how I got here, kneeling over my son’s corpse.
This vase, the first thing I see is this vase I broke of my wife’s. My wife and I were always too practical for art, we all ways found beauty in everything…we used to find beauty in everything. But after our first son Easu died of SIDS almost a year into his life, she took up pottery and her culminating piece was this magnificent vase. That she displayed prominently by the front door alone on a table that did not deserve to hold such a gem. She became pregnant again and did not dabble with art much after that, she did not have time, she was preparing for a child. When I was repainted Easu room for Jacob, I accidently nudged the vase on the…