From MARGINALIA: Life Happens On Tuesdays
Never Say Goodbye I was listening to Bon Jovi's Never Say Goodbye the other day, attempting to sing along, when suddenly I couldn't anymore. I really tried. The words were right there. I knew every one of them. But I couldn't get them past the lump in my throat. For a few minutes, I wasn't here anymore. I was back in a little bedroom in West Valley City with my cousin. We had become close after I moved to Utah when I was 7. She was two years older than me, and as we grew up, we spent a lot of time together. Weekends, sleepovers, music, boys, trouble. Especially trouble. Her parents weren't great with finances. Sometimes blankets hung over the windows instead of curtains. Sometimes the utilities hadn't been paid and the house was freezing. I remember taking cold showers there because there wasn't any hot water. It didn't matter. I wanted to be there because she w...