A Day in the Life ...

She sat down at the table, a table for six, but only her – alone. She wasn’t really even hungry, but knew she needed to eat. She had been sick and didn’t want a relapse.

She wondered how she found herself in this situation. One minute she had a family, chaos, disorganization and the next: quiet, alone, no one to talk to, take care of, bawl out for some trivial act. What happened?

It didn’t come on quickly – a few months, but it seemed like a blink of an eye and everyone was gone.

What is she supposed to do? Who is she going to take care of? Tell how her day went? Who?

Gone. Everyone gone.

She gets ready for bed. Quiet, lonely, unfamiliar. She checks the locks, twice – the alarm has been going off … just because, and it makes her jumpy.

She tries to sleep – in that big, beautiful bed, but that familiar lump on the other side and that quiet, soothing breathing is not there. Quiet … too quiet to sleep. So she lays there and tries. She needs sleep or she will get sick and she can’t get sick.

She sighs, and tells herself to buck up, it is only for a little while. She can do it. She is strong enough. People go through so much worse – why is she being a baby? She can do it.

Maybe?

Not maybe – YES – she can do it, and she is going to do it well ….