𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲
I saw the flat line. It was a flat line that told me your heart was finally too tired to produce another beat. An illuminated flat line had the ability to call the attention of dozens of people within seconds; my own eyes being the first and the last to acknowledge the magnitude of its meaning… I glared at that horrific flat line between blurring tears as if I was some sort of superhero who had the power to make it spike again. But, not even the strength of my love for you could create a single little blip in that awful flat line.
Last night, I also saw a flat line; it drew me in like a heavy undercurrent that pulls you away without permission. I ran towards the glowing sunset with your little brother in-hand, and I saw the flat line where the blue ocean met the burnt orange sky; the flat line that the big sun is required to pass before mankind is ever granted another day… because the truth is, the flat line – whether it’s dreaded or it’s embraced, is like a boarder; an invisible boundary that must be crossed to achieve new beginnings. Two years ago, you so bravely passed over your flat line into the new territory of eternity, and not even Mama could hold you back… #CHDawareness
I love you, Theodore Nelson
… join me by #FallingRightSideUp
when life gets turned upside down