This is my new bike Belle. I was very excited to get her. Today I took her for her first ride, down Tunnelwood, past Bridlemile, and onward. Coasting down the hills, I was so happy to be in the open air with flower petals fluttering up in my wake.
I found my two best friends saying goodbye.
Really goodbye.
The cat made a clamor and he looked its way, as if he cared. He held her hand while I went and sat in her room. I clutched a miscelleanous stuffed animal and looked around with strained vision; I saw a "To See" movie list in her familiar handwriting and the sweater that won "Ugliest Christmas Sweater" contest for me folded up on her desk; I saw a mirror and barely recognized myself.
He came in to say goodbye to me, not for the last time. We were both sorry that he was leaving.
I sat with her a while longer and whispered things that I hoped she'd hear with something other than her ears and tried with all my might to just be. Until I left. I didn't get very far. I haven't figured out how to adjust the bike gears yet, the hills were too steep, and I was too weak.
I am too weak. Getting a bike, all this, seemed like such a great idea, but it doesn't seem like it will last much longer. Everything is just so tired and wearing. I can't imagine it will go on much longer.
"And I could feel our days becoming night..."
posted by Allison Francis @ 7:20 PM
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we will make the most of time
and at least we'll be together
in whatever time we have
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