The fact of the matter was that she found it terribly easy to take an event – or a person even – and banish it from her mind.
Utterly and completely.
Her mind had only so much space.
And she couldn’t abide mental clutter.
And so, if it was not in her immediate frame of reference, she would relegate it to the bottom of the bucket.
Her one fear?
When she died, there would be no one to carry her casket.
No one to offer a prayer.
No one to miss her.
Almost sort of like it was now.
Disjoint Wisdom 