Where would you go if you had a guaranteed round trip ticket through a wormhole to anywhere in time?
1999 was the worst year of my life. I know, life isn't over yet, so it could definitely get worse, but let's be optimistic. In that year my friend was diagnosed with leukemia, another friend with ovarian cancer, my soon to be father in law was diagnosed with Lupus and I moved, grudgingly, from London back to New Jersey.
So why would I go back to 1999? So I could sit on Jenny's bed and cut her bangs. That night in September, we knew she was sick, but didn't know how bad it was. She was 29 and healthy and she was only in St. Vincent's for tests, observation. This was before the intubation, before the chemo, before the hospice, before the last day. I want to go back to that night when it was just me and her and she asked me to cut her sun-gold hair, because her bangs were too long, they were getting in her eyes, and she didn't want to ask a nurse to do it. I did it, not really very well the first time. Jenny looked at herself in the mirror, flicked her hair a bit and asked me to do it again. That was very Jenny. She was kind and generous but had no time for a half-assed hair cut.
Of course I didn't know it was one of the last times she would be moving around on her own, talking and laughing. I remember with a little shame that I wanted to get it over with, get home. But through the power of the wormhole, I would go back. I would cut her hair straight the first time, doing it carefully and with all my attention. I would be present.
Where would you have the wormhole take you?
This post is part of the National Wormhole Day Blog Hop, hosted by Stephen Tremp, Laura Eno, and myself in honor of Albert Einstein's 134th birthday. Where would you go if you had a guaranteed round trip ticket through a womhole to anywhere in time?
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