Here I sit alone in my formal dining room. I look across the table and see an old, oak chair. I loved it when it used to creak. You see, when it creaked it meant the most favorite person in the world to me was sitting in it, and she was sitting directly across from me. We spent many wonderful times in that room oblivious to the outside world.
But now that person is out of my life and I fear I will never hear that creak again. I miss that creak as I stroll down memory lane and remember all those precious memories of the two of us. Memories that I will never forget and I will always cherish. What a special person she was and her presence in my life made me a much better person. I don’t understand how that worked but I definitely knew it did.
But what now? When I look down the hallway to my future all I see is a dark tunnel full of depression and self pity. Nothing to look forward to. The hours turn into days, then weeks which turn into months. The months morph into years. I have become a recluse. I haven’t showered in days. I haven’t shaved for weeks. Things are getting worse as my future appears to grow very bleak.
My neighbor came over to visit and he invited me to his wedding. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But you see, I owed him a big favor, so I agreed.
After he left I realized I had no suitable clothes for a wedding that were clean. Now that meant an intolerable trip to the dry cleaners.
Upon arriving at the cleaners I interacted with the young lady behind the counter. She was friendly, kind and attractive. I felt like I had an immediate , intimate bond with her. I could also sense that feeling was reciprocal. When I returned to pick up my clothes we both enjoyed an extended conversation and we learned we had many common interests. I soon found myself using the dry cleaning service more than I ever had in the past. However, I would never bother to go there on Tuesdays , as that was her day off.
Oh, wow! Wait a minute. Did you guys hear that?
Somewhere in the deep crevasses of my mind I can barely hear a sound I have not heard in a very long time. I believe it’s that creaking that old chair used to make.
But now that person is out of my life and I fear I will never hear that creak again. I miss that creak as I stroll down memory lane and remember all those precious memories of the two of us. Memories that I will never forget and I will always cherish. What a special person she was and her presence in my life made me a much better person. I don’t understand how that worked but I definitely knew it did.
But what now? When I look down the hallway to my future all I see is a dark tunnel full of depression and self pity. Nothing to look forward to. The hours turn into days, then weeks which turn into months. The months morph into years. I have become a recluse. I haven’t showered in days. I haven’t shaved for weeks. Things are getting worse as my future appears to grow very bleak.
My neighbor came over to visit and he invited me to his wedding. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But you see, I owed him a big favor, so I agreed.
After he left I realized I had no suitable clothes for a wedding that were clean. Now that meant an intolerable trip to the dry cleaners.
Upon arriving at the cleaners I interacted with the young lady behind the counter. She was friendly, kind and attractive. I felt like I had an immediate , intimate bond with her. I could also sense that feeling was reciprocal. When I returned to pick up my clothes we both enjoyed an extended conversation and we learned we had many common interests. I soon found myself using the dry cleaning service more than I ever had in the past. However, I would never bother to go there on Tuesdays , as that was her day off.
Oh, wow! Wait a minute. Did you guys hear that?
Somewhere in the deep crevasses of my mind I can barely hear a sound I have not heard in a very long time. I believe it’s that creaking that old chair used to make.
