old people, good friends, memories and truck fires. (:
I got home yesterday afternoon and I cant wait to spend today doing what I need to do at my own pace. I’ve got several things that I need to accomplish today when most of me would rather just sit in the corner and vegetate.
I had an excellent time in Truro; it was weird going back there after over two years. Most of me felt at home immediately and a little bit of me didn’t feel like I belonged there anymore. It’s really hard to explain how it felt going back to a job that consumed a lot of hours of five years of my life. Seeing R, who was supposed to be out of there last Monday because of lack of money nearly, broke my heart. First she finally looks old after 102 years. This woman always looked like a lady who couldn’t have been more than 60. Over the last couple months the change in her has happened and it’s like looking at a shell of someone who once was. The second thing that bothered me was her daughter N came in to visit and she had no idea who she was. She told N she had a daughter with that same first and last name but still had no idea it was her. I am not sure I could deal with my own mother not recognizing me.. it broke my heart for someone else let own having to deal with it on my own.