Well, Deb, like Michael Corleone in
Godfather III, I was pulled "back in"
when I read your sad stories of how you &
Bob had no choice but to give away, or
sell the train set and doll, both of which
meant so much to you. It brought back
horrible memories of when we had to
leave many of our possessions, like
paintings, CDs, which Linda had bought
for us, bc we couldn't pay the rent in our
apartment in Rhode Island, where we
lived, not knowing anyone, after 9/11.
When Linda barely survived from
endometrial cancer, I saw her in pain, on
Morphine, and had to keep asking the
chatty nurses to make sure she was
getting enough. I was in a panic when
Linda was discharged, and wasn't thinking
rationally. Neither was Linda. We should
have been seeking help, so that Linda
could slowly recover. Instead, we drove
down to Florida, living in our car, broke.
We had to make the heartbreaking
decision to sell our wedding rings, so
that we could pay for food & meds.
Eventually, Linda got a job waitressing
in Florida. Meanwhile, bc my blood level
wasn't monitored, I had ataxia, and kept
falling down, in the Florida heat. Strangers
looked alarmed & lifted me up. At one
point, I staggered to the ocean for relief
and fell at the water's edge. A woman
ran over to save me from possibly
drowning. I took a cab to the ER where
I had to stay overnight , so they could
adjust my meds. Poor Linda had to rush
from her job to see me. Then, we had to
live in the car again. What a nightmare.
I blamed myself after Linda died, and as
you know, I had to go to the ER where I
live now, due to suicidal ideations. Upon
discharge, I started going to the grief
counselor's home, and she pointed out
that it wasn't all my fault, that Linda had
blind spots, regarding her folks. Now,
you can see why she never forgave them
later, when after suffering all those
losses & being homeless, we had to give
up our little poodle, which was the most
heartbreaking thing we ever did. Linda
never got over our losses, especially that
one. She felt she was cursed, & doomed
since childhood when her little brother
was taken away from her by his early
death. I'm sorry that you'll need a whole
box of kleenex after this saga. I don't
think I told you all these details before.
I told you this without crying, bc I've
already done my weeping under
psychiatric care. You don't even have to
respond, Deb. As Shakespeare said,
"What is done is done......". Thank you
for being my therapist tonight, dear
Deb. I don't think I can sleep yet, bc the
relentless winds are just too much &
I feel restless. I have a lantern, with
batteries, and of course, my phone.
Thank God. I can't read right now. The
phone is better than a transistor radio,
& it's plugged into a portable charger,
if the power goes out. I'm glad I'm
retired so I can sleep late. I'm also
looking forward to seeing Kim. Thanks
again for listening, friend. To think
this was all triggered by a model train. Lou
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