Tonight for the first time in 4 years the door is open. There was no one waiting for me as I rode up, no collar clanging expectant. It is to say the least different. I miss her. I miss a lot of things. Like his voice, chocked and gravely with 50 plus years of smoke. He is scheduled for a tracheotomy tomorrow. He will have to have rehab to relearn swallowing much less laughter.
My horoscope said today I was gifted with the Pollyanna silverlining approach, but I must admit waking to guests was unexpected.
Tired. Real tired. Spent time chrouched pulling weeds with Chauncy was cathartic, as usual. Sleepytime for babies. Goodnight Gracie.
No comments:
Post a Comment