
There
are those unexpected calls
so
rational sounding, such a nice voice
in
my ear, jolting me upright.
She
fell, moving pictures around.
Who
am I to write her obit,
younger
than me. She caretook
her
Ken until he died, now
she
is near death herself.
Sometimes
a broken pelvis will
Break
more than bones,
Will
dent and dement a wider
circle. Already my heart breaks.
Oh, the sadness of losing a good friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks. We went to camp together in 1954.
DeleteDeepest sympathy, Mage!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we shake a fist at the sky. I am so sorry.
ReplyDeleteit is so sad about DA
ReplyDeleteOh those falls. They can do old people in.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry that such a dear friend suffers so.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for your loss of a dear friend.
ReplyDeleteOhhh gosh... Mage. That is very worrisome. It's always painful to lose a friend. Is there no hope then?
ReplyDeleteMy daughter can't find her. DA's son hasn't called back. Yes, I worry.
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