By Kenzie Edgar
I read the headline with bleary eyes: A Glass of Wine a Day Could Save You from a Heart Attack. At two bottles a day, my heart must have been bullet-proof.
I looked in the mirror. Gone were the sparkling eyes, the boyish looks that wowed the ladies. Instead, a ruddy-faced alcoholic glared back at me. What the hell had happened?
But I knew the answer to that—I looked at the photo taped to the mirror: when she had died, so had I.
A searing pain twisted my gut and I barrelled out the door, heading back to the bar.
Beautifully written and very moving. I hope you haven’t had to go through this.