I have a sense – and I hope I am wrong – that there are more sunsets than sun rises coming my way.
I might be very wrong, and I hope I am.
The last two weeks have been difficult to speak. No, very difficult. Climbing my daughter’s steps was impossible and I sat 1/2 way up, and still could not make my breath and my body coordinate to get me up the stairs.
And I got into her new apartment, and as we went thru the tour to the boy’s room, I said I had to lie down for awhile. And rudely, I collapsed on Sammy’s bed, Bep bringing me a cover, and fell asleep.
Trying to speak today, I was without words. Beanni’s trainer came and she took it over, bless her heart, because I could not speak. At least what seemed to be English…
My daughter came shortly after, and I still could not put words into my mouth. Just garbling and jabbering and… weeping.
And a phone call, that I was comfortable with, and I had to leave. Because I could not speak.
Papa? is this the beginning of my end? It’s ok if it is, I’d just like to know because my kids have a garage to dissemble.
I have this sense – may I be wrong – that my end days are close. I cannot tell you why, it’s just a feeling in my fingers.
Pap, Josh and Sofia – are we ready? I love you all, V