But now things don't move anywhere.
Magazines used to walk about from the coffee table, to the kitchen
table, to the entranceway bench, to the night stand. Now they rest on
the bench permanently, like their legs are broken. Other things don't
move anymore either. Notes and coupon lay out instead of disappearing
into the trash. Big dishes don't move about the kitchen. I've got a
little bear of honey that keeps staring at me each morning. That dude
used to be so active, jumping about the counter everytime I wasn't
looking.
The only thing that still moves is Lily. She's good company, but she's
not much for conversation. She just wants a free meal and to be touched
constantly. She leaves her fur as evidence that she's been moving when
I was gone.
It's a full house still, but stagnate in every way I'd like some
movement.
I cannot beign to even imagine. I never really thought of all the exeriences one would face until you put them to words. I now see the vastness of your whole situation, one that I cannot encapsulate in my little mind.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry you have to endure this. I wish this was all a bad dream. WE love you Tom.
Kimberly, Craig, Madison & Mackenzie
i had to get a roomie, a girl that I worked with so I wouldn't feel so alone in my big old house in Ft. Wayne
ReplyDeleteCome stay with us. Our honey bear is a ramblin' fool, as you probably noticed while we were living there with you.
ReplyDeleteWhenever you need/want visitors, just let us know!
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