"Dede's Walk With God"
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"Life in a dumpster"
By Bob Perks


I can't stand to watch it any more. But I do. It's
like poking at a sore. You know it will hurt but
you still do it.
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Lil is gone.

No, she didn't die, but they carried her body out in
hundreds of little pieces. Some went to two ladies
who pick bones for a living, some went to a man
who offered a "good price" for her furniture and the rest,
well the rest went into the dumpster.

Lil is the lady who lives across the street from me.
Lived across the street, I should say. We've been
taking care of each other since her husband Ray
died. I snow blow her sidewalks and clear a spot
so that visitors could park there.

Every morning I walk out to my deck and wave across
the street. It's not that she could see me, it was just in
case. Well, it was because I wanted to.

Lil would call me when the hot water ran cold or the cable
box wasn't working. I would bring her a slice of apple
pie and ice cream when I baked one. I often worried if
she should eat stuff like that. I asked her time and again
and she would say, "No, but if I die, I'll die happy."

She had a great sense of humor.

Every time she'd call she'd end by saying, "Oh, wait. You
know what?" "What Lil?" "I love you!"
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She did.

If I stopped in with some goodies, she'd give me a
big kiss right on the lips while holding my face in her
hands.

The only family left decided that she shouldn't live alone
any more. Early this week she had a dumpster sent.
Just moments ago, the two bone pickers drove off with
her memories. I most likely will see the furniture go today,
too.

This past week I've been speaking out loud to her husband,
Ray. I must have said "I'm sorry!" a hundred times. They never
had children to pass on such things to, but I don't think he
planned on it ending this way.

"Lil won't be back here any more, Bob," I was told.

I cried. You know me. I cried without shame.

My wife watched me standing in the window a few times
this week. She knew what was going on inside me. So,
when I walked up to her yesterday and stood in front of her
quietly, she knew I had something important to say.
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Catching my breath, as I tried not to come across emotionally,
I simply said, "Promise me." I swallowed hard. "Promise me that
if you should move after I'm gone." I swallowed again. "Promise
me that you will let the boys go through everything you don't want.
I mean everything. Don't decide what you think is junk. Let them."

She smiled and hugged me. One of those hugs I get so very often
when she knows words will not do.

I don't want my life in a dumpster.

In about a month I will see Lil in her new home. Several miles away.
A nursing home.

She will hug me, hold my face in her hands and give me a big kiss
right on the lips.

And until the home is sold and new people move in, I will keep
waving across the street at Lil.
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This beautiful writing is by Bob Perks, (Keynote Speaker & Author)
Please do not take his writings without his explicit permission.....
And if you use them always give credit where it is due..... Thanks!

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