Thoughts ViViii

 

My Mikey, I love you

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Those who are here, in life, as well as those who have moved away from this life have been on my mind, of late.

I am afraid time is winding down for Nanny.  She is on an even-more-rapid decline, though she still can walk, talk, and do fundamental things, such as feed herself and go to the bathroom.  Her mental capacity, however, has taken yet another drastic turn for the worse.  She mentions things we have no knowledge of (some of which we know to be fabrications of a demented mind) as if they are common knowledge – everyone should remember it as clearly as she does.

I sometimes hear a silent begging, "Please tell me you remember this, too….that I’m not making it up."

She had moments of doubt, once.  Whether she does now or not, I still hear them silently, whereas they used to be expressed aloud.  They were not stated so humbly as I quoted above, yet aloud, nonetheless.

Mama and her siblings are working on putting a telephone into Memaw’s room at Twilight.  That is EXCELLENT, because I can call her, then, and make up for the times I do not get to see her now.  She would have the same telephone number she has had all my life.  For the past four years, or so, it has been in use by my cousin Lance.  With Memaw’s house, which Lance and his beautiful family rented, recently burned, the telephone line is simply sitting there, not being used.  Soon, it should be used.

I am grateful for what time we have left.

Tonight, I upset Tiffany.  She told me her proposed name for the child she says she is carrying right now, should it happen to be a boy.  I am unsure of the spelling, but it is probably Yeshweh or Jeshweh.  When Mikey said it aloud, with Tiffany’s new last name, it tickled me.  Tiffany felt as if I were laughing at her unborn child, so she hung up the phone.

Mikey called and apologized for me.  Surprisingly, Jack did not tailspin into a depression over this episode.

All is well, here at what used to be be Bom-Pom Palance.  Poor darling Bomber is dead, now.  Gatinha is our only remaining pet.  If we should be required to give her away, due to Mikey’s health, we shall not get another cat.  Perhaps, we shall not get another pet at all.

It is well.  Not wonderful, but well.

Love to all,

Barbara Jean