rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Long Night

This long night began before seven o'clock. They are getting more difficult. Time is so unforgiving. I keep remembering moments which seem to have been only a few years ago, when my parents were as lively as anyone. I'm remembering my dad working on his car, rotating the tires, taking the engine apart and putting it back together. And my mom, hanging laundry on the lines in the back yard of our house on the hill. Now, my dad can barely stay upright when he walks, and my mom can't sit up for more than a few minutes, or walk more than a few feet. We pay a terrible price for physical existence. Enjoy it as much as you can, while you are able.
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