Just for a moment
Dearest,
I used your towels the other day. I’d been cleaning all day and it came time to clean me. When I stepped out of the shower I realized that my towels were damp from my previous washing up adventures, the only clean, dry towels were yours. So I used your towels, I felt guilty, a little sad and it made me miss you so. I know it’s a silly thing, but it made me miss you badly . . . just for a moment.
What I wouldn’t give just to hug you one more time. Just to hear you come through that front door, complaining about your day and all the people who didn’t like you, were mean to you. To listen to you go on about how difficult your day was and how hard your life is, harder than anyone’s. I’d enjoy your stories, sympathize, and agree with you, then I’d give you a hug just to reassure you that all was not lost. Oh, how I’d love to see you . . .just for a moment.
I’ve been feeling very unimportant lately, very abandoned. After the funeral people would call, some would bring food, many would visit. All that’s over now, no one calls, no one visits, they’ve all gone back to their own lives, your death was just a small interruption for them. They think I should be better now, I should “move on”, “get on with my life”. Maybe I don’t want to move on. Maybe I can’t. Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave! Maybe I just want someone who can understand . . .just for a moment.
Your Ken
I used your towels the other day. I’d been cleaning all day and it came time to clean me. When I stepped out of the shower I realized that my towels were damp from my previous washing up adventures, the only clean, dry towels were yours. So I used your towels, I felt guilty, a little sad and it made me miss you so. I know it’s a silly thing, but it made me miss you badly . . . just for a moment.
What I wouldn’t give just to hug you one more time. Just to hear you come through that front door, complaining about your day and all the people who didn’t like you, were mean to you. To listen to you go on about how difficult your day was and how hard your life is, harder than anyone’s. I’d enjoy your stories, sympathize, and agree with you, then I’d give you a hug just to reassure you that all was not lost. Oh, how I’d love to see you . . .just for a moment.
I’ve been feeling very unimportant lately, very abandoned. After the funeral people would call, some would bring food, many would visit. All that’s over now, no one calls, no one visits, they’ve all gone back to their own lives, your death was just a small interruption for them. They think I should be better now, I should “move on”, “get on with my life”. Maybe I don’t want to move on. Maybe I can’t. Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave! Maybe I just want someone who can understand . . .just for a moment.
Your Ken
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