Tag: grief
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Without You
I wrote this in June, about a month and a half after losing Jim. Without You Today I went to get my car’s oil changed at the same place we have always taken it on O’Neil in the West End of Greenville. It was our habit to drop the car there and walk the few…
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Death is in my house.
I can feel it. Sometimes it stops me short and I can’t breathe. Like now. He is no longer drinking much water. Just enough to take his pills. He hasn’t eaten in a month. And yet, he talks to me. Yesterday he said, “Who wants to go in the pool?” I told him the water…
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I sat outside tonight for a few minutes. Jim’s been going to bed earlier and earlier, so I took advantage of this to enjoy the transition of the sun making its way down, hiding behind a housetop across the street and leaving behind pink and yellow sky that lasted only minutes before turning to darkness.…
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Is he, or is he not dying? Yes.
THIS IS REALITY I teeter back and forth about how and when to start letting go. He did not qualify for hospice after the in-home evaluation a month ago. They said he was close, but they needed to see more indicators to put him over the edge. So, he needs to get worse in order…
The Joy of Rambling 