A close personal friend of mine had a massive stroke about twelve days ago now. The stroke left him unable to communicate at all and doctors think he’s also blind. He’s unresponsive, or so I’m told.
Don played so many different roles in my life.
Friend, beau, best friend, father figure, and finally as he’s been aging: someone for me to look after, protect, and care for.
I’m not a blood relative so I guess I don’t “rate” but Don’s wishes do.. or did.
My best friend has been removed from my life and the life of my teen daughter. Nevertheless, he’s in all of our family portraits and photos from the time she was just a baby. He was as close as family can be and in my case, closer.
We haven’t been allowed to see Donald in seven days or more and may never be able to see him again. We no longer have any control over what happens to Don. We thought the paperwork was in order; unfortunately, my endless warnings to Donald went unheard while he was in moderately good health.
All we can do now is mourn and look on at various events in shock, bewilderment, and sadness. All I’ve been able to do is wake up and try and get through the day, striving impossibly to fill the empty places that Donald has left in our house, our daily living experience, our lives.
My daughter and I are terribly sad and this is why I haven’t been writing.