So Low

2,473—so low. How low can you go, the website?

How high can you go? To infinity, because it is already here. I am blocked. But a peep of light popped in.

Two new nurses came by to see Richard. The company felt like their services were not right for him anymore, I guess. They said he needs to be in hospice. She told us about the program. Richard agreed, and I agreed.

They will not take his medicine away. An RN will come in once a week, and a CNA can come in five days a week. They are on call twenty-four/seven. They will provide the supplies he needs, plus a chaplain for a visit or two.

I can have a five-day respite. They will pick him up and take him to a facility. Just so everyone knows, Richard and I are not common-law married. We are friends, even though we have lived here for over two decades.

Yeah, these last years have been the hardest—with me not being able to take care of my health seriously. Two herniated disks. I won’t mention all the other stuff.

Today, hospice is coming in to do the paperwork. I have a lung specialist appointment on the 31st of this month, with results about my lung situation—partial results, anyway. My forty-year-old daughter is pregnant. The youngest of the 18 grandkids (one in heaven) is five, and I have one two great-grandson.

Now I can figure out how I am supposed to finish my website and have it up and running for a few years after I am gone. I have always been an “I” writer—“I this, I that.” I heard the other night to change the “I” to “We.”

We will overcome. We have faith, we have love, we have understanding, we have knowledge, and we have courage. We have wisdom, we have strength, we have power.

We are in spirit at all times. We are spiritual beings. We are finding our way back to the basics of life, love, liberty, and justice for all—for all time.

January 2023
Wendy