Little Time Left- original fiction

[libra_traveller]

Little Time Left

It’s never going to get better, I think for what feels like the hundredth time. I lay in my bed infirm as always and wait for change. It’s been months since I’ve been bedridden, since my body begun to shut down. I was old. There was no denying that now. My family visited me occasionally, but mostly I was stuck with the distant nurses.

I felt like I was forgotten. It’s strange, but I never envisioned my life coming to this. Whenever I thought of the future, I stopped just shy of this moment. I can admit to myself that I’m just waiting to die, that a blankness, a state of no longer existing, would be better than this.

I know my granddaughters are afraid of losing me, more so than my own son. I think he’s always been preparing for this. Ready to let go. I know he’ll miss me. But he wants to move on, and this dragging of time as I get worse, only makes it harder for him.

I spend my time thinking of the past. Trying to relive all the best moments of my life. It helps pass the time. I think once I get through all those memories I’ll be able to leave. But, not yet.

Comments

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Lovely.

[libra-traveller.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you so much.