When it Rains it Pours…

My great aunt is 95 years old.  We’ve been lucky that she was still able to live in her home in these later senior years.  My father hired Juanita, Helen’s sister, to come everyday to cook and clean.  Well, she is not doing well.  She took a turn for the worse last night and my father drove over to God’s country well after midnight to see about her. We are kind of on a vigil. “I wished she would just go quietly in her sleep and not be in pain,” my father told me earlier. I am feeling very guilty because I seem to have little emotion about it.  My medications can many times blunt my emotions to a very pronounced degree.  I feel like an automaton. I haven’t been able to really cry in years. A person emailed me recently intrigued about how easy it is for me to come out of a relationship as if it never happened.  Now you know why. Put One Foot in Front of the Other… It’s elementary dear Andrew.  Put one foot in front of the other and repeat.. Maggie was itching for a long walk this morning.  We walked our usual route which was down to the Circle K. Yes, I got my hot cocoa and some cheese on wheat crackers as well. I’d been thinking of those crackers all morning.  Maggie was strutting her stuff this morning glad to be out of the house and the confines of her fence. I cooked grits and biscuits this morning when we got home – not Maggie’s most favorite meal.  She was hungry enough to clean her...
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