I'm a little sad this morning. In yesterday's post, I let my hair down. I let my guard down. I opened my Soul to cyberspace, AKA, the Internet. I let readers know just how scared I have become.
Later, during the day, I thought about my post. In some respects, I called myself a cry baby. In other respects I called myself being brutally honest. Hey, this is my life, whether it be sniff, sniff, boo hoo or whatever you'd want to call it, at least this blog is pure in thought, honesty and straight to the point.
While other blogs are entertaining, my blog is not. My blog deals with the everyday life of a woman who is caring for her dying husband. A husband too young to die.
As I was getting husband into bed last night, he asked me what was for dinner. I told him he already had dinner. He asked me what did he eat. I told him. He looked at me and said, "I don't remember eating dinner. Are you sure I ate?"
He told me not to turn off the TV, he wanted to see the weather. I told him the news was over with. He insisted that they never showed the weather. Told me to call the TV station in the morning because they forgot to show the weather. I said I would.
He asked me what is the season we are in now. I told him late Winter, early Spring. He then asked me to explain what Seasons are.
The "man" is still here. He glances at the closet a lot. When he does, he kind of acknowledges the "man", as if to say, "I know you're there", then will turn in bed.
While getting him into bed, I had to lift his legs. They are so stiff. I asked him to bend his legs. He said, "I can't anymore". I bent them myself. They hardly bend anymore.
A little glimpse of what I do before going to bed each night.
Oh, how I sometimes wish my blog was more like other blogs. I wish life were that simple for us.
Today, I wish I could walk in someone else's shoes. I don't like the way mine are fitting lately.