I was watching the Indy 500 today and thought about how alone I am now. It's almost like Barbara wasn't here anymore and Brian moved out.
Even though Barbara is still hanging in there, she spends most of her time in bed sleeping or just laying there staring. Even if I get her out into the living room to sit in her chair, she pretty much justs sits and stares or sleeps. It's been like that for awhile now.
My son Brian is still living with us, but he works 6 days a week, from 2 in the afternoon till 10:30 at night. Then he usually goes out. I might get to see him if I stay up late enough, and on the weekend before he leaves for work, but the conversations are short.
You know, it's weird not actually being alone, but being alone.