definitely not this pattern but love this cut. doncha think?
Saturday, February 5, 2011
all at once
by Bonnie Raitt
All at once I hear your voice
And time just slips away
Nothing they can say could hold me here
Take me where I only feel
The wind across my face
Let me know there's someplace left for me
Waiting just for me.
They say women, we're the stronger
Somehow we always make it through
Hell, that ain't how I feel right now
I don't even think it's true
Looks to me there's lots more broken
Than anyone can really see
Why the angels turn their backs on some
Is just a mystery to me.
but i didn't have a fight with my daughter
i'm having a fight with myself
Update Don
he finally called. he can't get on the schedule to make calls as easily as i had hoped he would. we saw him on the 23rd of January and it's the five of February. shit, that's over two weeks. that sucks.
he's not getting better. but doesn't want to complain too much or they'll put him back in the hospital. he likes the sun and the air he can get to when he's in the yard. we aren't going to try and get him downstairs for fear they will move him to Vacaville. he ran out of his medication orders on thursday and he saw the surgeon on friday for an endoscopy. he wouldn't work on him because he looked so bad. the surgeon did renew his meds order. he more bloated now than he was and eating makes it worse. we're sending cash to c.white so Don can buy some fish and rice from the canteen. he says there's nothing to do; he's just waiting to die. i told him he was supposed to watch me die not the other way around.
there's no one in the family except for Jamie that i can talk to about Don. breaks my heart that i can't tell Mom because it would only upset her whole world for nothing. i can't talk to Kasey because she always tells me i am thinking and/or feeling about it the wrong way. at least that's she makes me feel. i know it's not her intention; it's just her way.
jamie says that depending on his next call/status, we will go back up there before the scheduled end of May visit. that's too long to wait, just too long.
he promised he would call me as often as possible, he promised.
it feels like my whole world is on hold. between Don and no jobs and our condo, there really isn't anything that feels stable or right or headed in a good direction,
blah blah blah.
i told him i'd send this picture of us to him.
and here are my other favorites:
this is how i remember him
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