I wondered what he wished for as he blew those candles out. My mind was so numb I could barely focus on anything other than that 6pm light that danced beautifully off of my grandmothers dining room walls. We all were just here. Bodies. Appeasing her because it wasn't worth fighting anymore. I downed my second glass of cheap red wine and began to fade. It felt good to fade. To just put the last pieces of your overactive mind out of it's misery. Even if it was just temporary. I couldn't help but smile watching him light up. I was so incredibly grateful for him, and she knew it. He was the first one there at the accident and the one that had been silently fighting for me for all these years. There was this unspoken camradery. Something that I yearned for my entire life. Something that I'd give back in an instant. I didn't know where the rest of this year would go. We wouldn't be sitting here for the next that was for certain. All I could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other in hopes that it would all make sense, eventually.