Monday, September 30, 2013

A Lament

Since Randy has been in hospital the minutes seem like hours, the hours like days, the days like weeks, the weeks like month and each month a year.  Time means nothing and you become numb with exhaustion making you indifferent.  You wait and wait and wait. But wait for what.  I do not know.  It seems that you are in a vortex with no end except for flashback memories of the difficult times that are now remembered as the best of times as there is nothing else to remember.


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