I returned from a week in Zihuatanejo, Mexico late on 9 March. Visited with Jim on March 10th and 11th. Our time together on the 11th was sweet and comforting. His residence was locked down on 12 March. No visitors permitted unless death imminent.
Have not seen Jim for twenty long days. I fear he won’t know me when next we see one another which, given shutdown until 30 April, is unlikely soon. He forgot my name months ago. I’ve been “my lady” since September.
At first I swore allegiance to the stiff-upper-lip brigade but now I am blubbering and grieving. I snail-mail “I Love You” postcards most days. Also send posies and cookies.
I am bereft and low. Yet well enough physically. Grateful for that. Hope readers of this are well, too.
Your love for Jim is immense and has been such a part of his life for so long that he feels it even now, no matter what he calls you -- you're there.
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