I was awoken this morning by a cat crying for food in the kitchen and the humming of the bathroom fan. Husband already scheduled to have the day off and we managed to sleep in a bit (yes we’re old, damnit) according to the angles of sunlight in the bedroom. My eyesight has gradually been fading away the past few years (something I am in total denial about; I honestly can’t get my prescription updated and new glasses before it’s too late and they’re already worse and yes, it freaks me the fuck out) so it took several seconds for my eyes to well.. kind of focus. I stared straight at the ceiling, muted my surroundings, and held my breath. One, two, three, four. Four years.
February 17, 2010 was the saddest, darkest day of my life.... Read more