Memories
I remember many conversations with Theresa over the years. I would have a habit of asking her "What's wrong?" multiple times throughout the day. And she would say "You know what's wrong. I don't feel good. Now leave me alone for a while" We really couldn't go anywhere except to maybe the doctor or the mall on rare time.
Her decline was moving rapidly.It was taking a mental toll on her. You could see the despair. I wrote her love notes every day. If I didn't, it was only because she was awake and I told her I loved her before I went to work.
It was very painfully obvious she was very lonely. Theresa had no one to talk to except Paul. Yes, she could talk to me, but other than my mother there wasn't much else. I told her before she died "I'm sorry honey your life is crap. I know you are lonely and have nobody to talk to. And I 'm sorry about that." and she said "It's not about you, it's this disease. How much more decline can I take?" she said, tears coming.
She was trembling. I held her close and kissed her. I grabbed the roll of toilet paper and gave it to her. I told her everything is going to be OK. Do not worry. And she said "I'm afraid to die! I don't want to die!" I held her close for several minutes. She calmed down.
We talked about death. It was difficult. She told me she wanted her body to go to science. I told her that was nice of her. She didn't want a funeral. She just wanted her name with her mom. And so I fulfilled my promise to her.
Her decline was moving rapidly.It was taking a mental toll on her. You could see the despair. I wrote her love notes every day. If I didn't, it was only because she was awake and I told her I loved her before I went to work.
It was very painfully obvious she was very lonely. Theresa had no one to talk to except Paul. Yes, she could talk to me, but other than my mother there wasn't much else. I told her before she died "I'm sorry honey your life is crap. I know you are lonely and have nobody to talk to. And I 'm sorry about that." and she said "It's not about you, it's this disease. How much more decline can I take?" she said, tears coming.
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| My new gaming rig is named Theresa. |
She was trembling. I held her close and kissed her. I grabbed the roll of toilet paper and gave it to her. I told her everything is going to be OK. Do not worry. And she said "I'm afraid to die! I don't want to die!" I held her close for several minutes. She calmed down.
We talked about death. It was difficult. She told me she wanted her body to go to science. I told her that was nice of her. She didn't want a funeral. She just wanted her name with her mom. And so I fulfilled my promise to her.
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