Post Christmas

 

The image, taken in January 2019, shows the perspective of my late wife Theresa from the couch. She passed away in September 2919. Has it been 7 years, starting next September? Time has really went by quickly. 

Pay no attention to the cluttered coffee table. It was tidied up every weekend, and yes, we had that many pens and items on the coffee table. She later moved them all into the neat drawer below her feet.

And here I sit, on Tinder, wonderful what the fuck to do.

The diet Pepsi can, once a staple of my home, is no longer present. I gave up drinking it and switched to crystal lite and water.

That bottle of boost behind the yellow and red gumballs. She loved candy. To be brutally honest, the first time I saw this picture I cried. But back to the image.

The tall thermos, filled with likely Gatorade red G2 and ice, was a favorite of Theresa. The coffee mug? It was full of hot chocolate. What's missing in this shot? Cigarettes. She had quit smoking for a while. You can barely make out the medicine container at the far right, next to the taped up cracker bag.

Being alone and lonely are two different things. I am not lonely, but I am alone. 

Before she died, Theresa wanted me to find someone special. I haven't let her down, God is still searching for a nice girl for me.

I really believe that.

Coming from a man who used to have no patience, I have learned a lot by being patient. Take your time. No rushing.

I'm 56 years old.

Have a nice New Year!

Chris