“Her gift lay in the awareness that nothing really mattered.”
“Her gift lay in the awareness that nothing really mattered.”Helen McDermott could have opened her eyes that morning. Or not. The day would move on with or without her. She had no grand plans to change anything. It was a Wednesday, what could one really do on such a throw away day? Her only fear was an absolute succumbing to the mind-numbing routine of everyday life. Even at the blossoming age of 16 she felt it enveloping around her. She witnessed, in many practical ways, her fairly successful parents glossy-eyed at the dinner table. One wouldn’t know if it was the sun or moon shining above if not for the little bonus of weariness they showed at the end of another day. They were uncommonly beautiful people that were being chipp
