Everything that could go wrong did go wrong these past several weeks. From our backed-up sewer pipe that breached the basement, to new stove installation that was a disaster start to finish, to Peter’s emergency eye problem, an infuriating parking ticket, and a television on the blink for five days.
The latter was the worst of it, in a way. Television is my husband’s friend. He’ll watch almost anything and lots of it.
This morning, when the technician departed after sorting our t.v. problems and the plumber left after he attached, properly, the gas line to my new range, Peter’s unsolicited hug was a welcome surprise.
“Sorry I’m no use to you anymore,” he said. I hadn’t realized he understood my frustrations dealing with all our problems on my own.
I hugged him back. “I’m sorry too,” I said. “But look, you’re here. That’s good use of you!”
He smiled and gave me another squeeze. It was moment I’ll remember, even if he won’t.
Photos: Not fade away by Rachel B. Hayes, 2015. Site-specific installation at The Taubman Museum of Art, Roanoke, Virginia, through 11/6/16.
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It never rains, but what it pours. Why does everything have to happen at once? Wish I could be there to share a glass of wine and a hug during these times. Bonnie
Thanks, Bonnie, I wish you could too.
Hell, he will akways make you smile, and that’s good use in its own….xoxo
I think I’ll keep him.
Wow what a rainbow after the storm.
Awwwww. : )
Making me tear up on a Saturday morning. Love you both.
Love you back.
Those moments of lucidness are amazing, standout, and are precious. It’s a snapshot of the real person underneath all the hub bub of dementia. I’m sorry you had such a challenging week with one thing right after the other!
A smile and a hug lifts the spirit every time. Glad for that bright moment to lighten up your ‘week that was.’
It was a ‘week that was’ but I’m no Goldie Hawn.