cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Death By the Door Death waits by the door today. Her breath comes slowly and haltingly and she no longer speaks. Today, perhaps tonight, she leaves. I wear my grandfather's shirt and sit at the kitchen counter, with a cup of coffee, typing. 'When the Man Comes Around', by Johnny Cash is playing. There's not a lot for her to leave behind. A television set and some old photographs. Children and grandchildren and great grandchildren whose lives she visited but has no longer been directly involved in on a daily or even weekly basis. Oh, we got her out of the nursing home as often as she liked but in the last few years it wasn't more often than once a month or so that she felt up to it. She had visitors at least 3 or 4 times a week. But that's not the same thing as being really involved in whats going on. She had no friends left, aside from family. All long dead. I have finished my cup of coffee. 10:50 a.m. - 2011-04-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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