Yes, sometimes I just sit, unable to move. I sit in the living room and watch the water birds come to feed at the pond.
Other times I sit at my desk and just stare at my computer.
Words that used to come easily are difficult to find now.
Sometimes I just sit, unable to move.
I open the cards that have come in the mail. I sit there frozen while reading the kind words. Tears slide down my cheeks and fall on to my chest. I set them aside and let the tears slide.
I don’t get hungry often, but I know I need to eat. It is so difficult to make a meal without dancing around Willie, who is hoping something falls to the floor.
Sometimes I just sit, unable to move.
I want to move; I want to do the things I always did; I want the plans to keep moving forward, and then I remember I am alone. My partner, my best friend, my anchor in life is gone. Maybe she thought I was ready to handle my future on my own, but I don’t think I am.
SO:
Many times I just sit, unable to move.
