Alone

It is Monday morning and I wake sprawled across the queen bed, a strange void exists, both between the sheets and in my heart, the love of my life is not there. Sunday saw her making a journey to the land of the Windy City to visit with her 98 year old mother who had fallen and was, at this point confined to a bed in Lutheran General Hospital with a very badly bruised knee. The extent of damage as yet to be assessed by the medical staff and so my dearly beloved will spend some time there of determined length. Sunday Evening was my turn to bring the message at church, which for whatever reasons seems to drain any energy I have and what is left of the remainder of the evening I can only veg out with a movie, them crawl between the sheets and rest my weary brain. The absence of my dear wife made the last of that experience the least pleasant of the day. Alone, not just physically, but mentally and spiritually is something I do not enjoy, oh right I have the need to escape to my space, from time to time, but not having her with me, around me, and being around her and with her, brings feelings I find myself being uncomfortable with. I know and agree she must take this time to share in the hours with her mother and sister, to be a part of a family which has but one of the "old ones" left, the last of a kind, Mamie. Her spirits are high, her knee is not, she still in good health, but we still wait to hear the story regarding what will happen with her ability to move about. So waiting and waiting we will, apart we will wait, and surely I will look forward to Patty making her way back to me.