Shrinking World
The day came when he said, my world has become very small –
my bedroom, bathroom, the toilet. But that was spacious
compared with the day, not so long after that
he struggled for the last time onto the bed.
This is where I’m going to spend
the rest of my life, isn’t it?
Less question than fact.
And it was. The rest
of his life lasted
just three
days.
sarahw
Oh Sarah ~ the matter of fact diction here is the structure that allows it to break my heart so unexpectedly. This hits very close to home ~
grateful for your kind words, Britton; some day PM (post marathon) we might share more …
Yes, takes me right there. I’m greatful my world hasn’t shrunk so very far at this point.
and may it never do, Kris. PD is a dreadful disease I would not wish on anyone. not anyone.
To sense your own mortality the way your subject did, very poignant.
Thanks for your visit. I wrote this for the 2019 marathon, shortly after my husband’s death. Sensing his mortality was the theme of his dying; he kept his promise right to the very end. Glad it resonated with you.