I think about you Paw

Sometimes you come into my mind in the most random ways and times.

I’m currently sitting on the couch, with my little blue book next to me,

and the sun just moved over oh so slightly to land on my book,

glistening off the ottoman on your chair right now.

I saw Nanny for the first time in a long time, and you’d be happy to know she was happy to see me and we had a nice conversation. I think my mother’s side of the family does love me, they’ve just never been sure exactly what to do with me.

Alas, I was too much like you.

Everyone has been nice to me…you were right. Most of your friends have been good to me, as they can in their own ways.

I’m still having lots of doctor problems here in Ottawa, though I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you. I guess I’m always destined to have some kind of doctor problems, aren’t I? If only they could be a little more fucking smarter…or less arrogant, then I’d be happy.

Ottawa is not the same without you. I feel like I’m a foreigner in a strange land. They even speak a strange language around here too (Je… ne…parle…francais. Rein. Larmarde.)

I hope you’re having a good time dancing with the angels.


About hopeforanswers

Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s