I Remember

 

After Theresa past away in 2019, I remember time slowing down. When I got home, I spoke to very few people, and quite frankly, none were nice at all. Including "family". What a joke.

Oh yes, she'll remember this. When people show you who they really are, believe them. My so-called mother. To hell with her.

My cat, Kitty, was lost. Where was she? Where did Theresa go? It's hard to explain to an animal where people who cared about you died. It's just not possible. Instead, I prayed Kitty would recover. In time, he would - with grace and dignity.

Meanwhile, I wallowed in despair and misery. The air thick with pot smoke and hazy with painful memories about Theresa. Every once in a while, I would get a useless e-mail from my so-called friends with veiled insults laced into the words. Well, fuck YOU.

Anyway, Theresa would respect me the way I behaved since she died. And sure, I failed at online dating, I didn't really care. It's really hard to find someone who is decent, loyal, and loving in today's society. I guess the tragedy is knowing the love of my life is gone to heaven, and I am stuck down here dealing with bullshit.

Oh well.

Chris