Today was longer than I thought it would be. If I would have called in nobody would have thought twice about it. But then I would have had to fight myself to come in the next day and that would have been even harder.
The day was interminable. I thought it would never end. Not that anything bad happened, it was just my mood. Dark and gloomy and kind of depressed.
We spent the last couple of days talking about BG, of course. Remembering things he did and said that made him so special.
Ms. Archer called me yesterday morning and reminded me of one day down in the Hive (of course) when some knucklehead was pretending to be unconscious in his cell. We all just stood around in a little knot outside the cell waiting for the nurse to get there and tell us yes, he was faking it, so we could write him up and go on our way.
As we stood there waiting, BG suddenly piped up and said "We should get together like this more often!"
I laughed so hard I almost fell over the rail.
That was him, all right. He rarely said anything in front of a group of people, but when he did, it was always a gem.
I remember the first time I went down to the Hive to do rec. I walked in there and someone said "Oh, you have to work with BG! You probably won't like it. He's pretty strange." And someone else said "Yeah, if he says anything, let me know. I'm not even sure he can talk!"
They had me a little worried, then this mountain of a guy came through the door and grabbed up the rec list. Giving me little more than a glance he said "Ready?"
Yeah..... I suppose so....
He didn't talk to me at first. Not really. He just asked the inmates if they were going. If one said yes, he'd point and say "Him."
Once we got them out on the rec yard and we got to sit down I tried a few different ploys to open up a conversation and didn't get much more than single syllable answers.
Then I mentioned something about going to a yard sale.
And the flood gates opened.
Once we got back into the house one of the guys asked me "Did he say anything?"
To which I replied "Yeah. Now how do I get him to shut up again?"
Tomorrow is the visitation, which is going to be hard. And the next day is the funeral which will probably be harder.
Not sure if I'll write about it or not. I guess we'll see.
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