As far as I know, I’ve never really been afraid of the dark.
That’s because I was born without the experience of Fear.
I outranked Fear.
When there would be a noise in the kitchen, my brothers and sisters would hide under the covers, while I would go downstairs alone to investigate.
Then, Ryan died, and Fear barged into my world.
It was like I was stuck inside a total eclipse of me.
I couldn’t see me.
I couldn’t feel me.
It was like when ‘’the lights went out on Broadway.’’
And, I was lights-out in my heart.
I’d think the best thing I could do for everybody concerned was to swallow a bottle of pills and die.
Then, the sun would come up and my little Tyler would touch my arm.
And I would know, “I’m still here!”