about 2 or 3 posts ago, I mentioned one of the seniors at the assisted living residence whom i call my fiance. well, despite all of those unforgettable and happy times at the residence, it has its share of sad ones too.
I heard today that he died. personally, I am still in shock. I've witnessed, or ( worked at that place and experieced) 3 deaths. I havnt once been there for any of them, but it makes me sad to talk to one, them brighten up my day, and then this happens.
I got to go into his room today. It still smelled like him, and all of his jackets and hats were still hung up on the coatrack. His momentos and awards from the army( or wherever he served) still hung up in pride; he treasured these things.
But I know that he is in a better place, where he is probably wearing his cowboy hat and " tying up them cows with a lasso." I wont let this unfortunate experience really get to me. I came to work there, and part of growing up is to learn how to accept these things. We all come and go; it is a part of life. But I will always remember him. In fact, he will be the shining star of my next poem, where i promise not to focus on the bad, but to concentrate on what a wonderful man he was, so funny and kind. And I want to tell everyone that this wasnt a bad thing. It was his time.
But i did love him, and cant wait for him to hold my hand again...
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