You don’t blog me flowers……


I feel like whining. Nobody reads my blog. Nobody sends me comments. Might as well go eat worms. Wait a minute- what have I got to complain about? My fingers obediently tap out the shallow thoughts that are purring away in my head. Not like the 42 year old sometime marathon runner who is languishing away at hospice. Disappearing cell by cell, melting away with ALS as his round-eyed babies and sorrowing wife sit mutely by his side. His hands lay frozen, fingers unaturally curled, heavy as sand weights sinking into the mattress. He just wants to get it over with. Go to sleep. No bath, no sips, no sponge, no songs.
I am forever amazed by the ability to die. Astonished by the shear audacity of the world to keep spinning on its axis in the wake of bereavement. Loss swallows her children like a cavernous canyon swallows space and air and horizons. And as in space, there are no sounds.

One comment

  1. matthew christopher davidson · March 18, 2006

    Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.ALS is an awful disease. Be glad you don’t have it, that you can type about your woes.I know I am.

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