Sunday, October 9, 2011


This morning was the third time that I have woken up dreaming about crying. The only thing I can think of right now is that she's dying and there is nothing I can do about it.

Friday afternoon she wanted to go to Cheeseburger in Paradise. Saturday she was in a lot of pain. She was struggling to sit up yesterday evening. Her only good hand had a remote control in it, so I took it and tried to help her up. She got mad and yelled at me for "treating her like a baby". I thought then that I couldn't take it anymore, but I guess I'll have to.

I've been moving pictures off of our cell phones, recalling all of the wonderful times we've had. I have much more important things to do; but I can't seem to do them.

Here is a picture of Angie on Beale Street in Memphis, about a year and a half ago.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Kevin I have no words in which to give comfort. I could tell you to be strong, but strong you already are. Live each moment to the fullest and cherish the time you have together. Tell Angie I think of her often, and wish her happiness. Hugs from cyberspace.