Zoe.
She had a beautiful voice. She used to sing all of the time, washing dishes, walking home from the bus stop, cleaning our room. She played guitar, piano, and ukulele. She tried to teach me, but I didn’t care to learn; now, I wish I had listened.
If Zoe’s death taught me something, it would be you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, or you need to have people around you to keep you sane. I lost my mind, stuck in the past, and I hated myself for the stupid little things I never paid enough attention to when she was alive.
She loved music. She was always listening to it, doing homework, riding in the car, walking the dog. She had the bottom shelf of the bookcase in our room lined with CDs of different artists, with genres from pop to 70’s to rock to disco. It bothered me how much she liked music, and it bugged her that I didn’t understand.
She used to take videos of herself singing and playing instuments, but I could never find them after the accident. I told the group of helpers assisting me cleaning the house out about her camera and the tapes, but there was no luck. The lost tapes put a bullet hole in my chest. If I could have one thing I could have kept, it would’ve been those tapes, so I could show people how talented she really was.
But I can’t.
I am stuck trying to put her talent into words.
And it is impossible.
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Behind the Glasses || a.i.
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