My hearing is fading and alas, so is my hope. I am well aware that I am growing old and i can never again be the youthful 24 year old i once was. My friends have all passed, and my husband is senile - silently sleeping in the rocking chair. Motionless, like a silhouette. I have given up trying to get through to him, so I often lay here and think, "what a darn good life i lived." I have been given all the time in the world and frankly, I despise it. I miss my cluttered lifestyle. The hustle and bustle of my younger years. Now I am practically alone, and slowly but surely, fading.
January 28, 2011