John hasn’t spoken through the vents in weeks, but I know he’s there because I can hear him. He was agitated in the beginning. Objects were picked up and put down. Footsteps covered the entire length of his room. Last week, something crashed again and I didn’t see him until several days later. He now … Continue reading 17 (Tennis balls)
I hate August. Not only because I can’t stop the oppression no matter how loud the air conditioning runs, but because it smells like August. It smells like all of the birthdays my youngest child celebrated. Like carefully crafted fruit tarts with pink candles stuck in the center. Like all the dime store cinnamon lotions … Continue reading 16 (Happiness Is What You Can Live Without)
“Jackson was a big guy - tough. He’d fight anyone. It’s one thing for kids in the high school to fight one another, but to fight someone there meant you knew just how tough they were. Jackson’s game was to humiliate the men who couldn’t fake their stoicism. He could find a ‘feeler’ in any … Continue reading 15 (Jackson)
“Tell me about Oliver.” I don’t have to talk into the vent loudly for John to hear me. I can hear him perfectly clear. He moves around, pacing in what must be a small section of the room. When he thinks, he stops. His feet are only a distraction. “He used to write letters to … Continue reading 14 (Oliver)
John is completely clear headed in the morning. I don’t even think he knows what he says at night. I look for hints of his younger self in the way he stands, but I find little. If he is curious in anything these days, it’s just the buffer of a newspaper describing far away places. … Continue reading 13 (The Best)
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I really appreciate the readership and kind comments while writing this little blog. Unfortunately, due to time constraints, it will no longer continue.