I was reading some lefthanded material today and there was a tidbit that on average, righthanded people live nine years longer than lefthanded people. I suppose much of that is due to the way the world is nearly completely set up for righthanded people. As an ambidextrous individual with more tendencies toward being a southpaw, I wonder where that puts me?
I spent about half of the day waiting to be a witness in the parole violation case of Carol's cousin. If you recall, Carol had gotten him out of jail early for killing his mother. She was a special soul that believed everyone deserved another chance. Unfortunately, he wasn't very nice to her and would drink all the time. After her death, he was usually drunk, nearly had her body end up going to be a cadaver body and showed moments of rage. He also had guns in the house. When he wouldn't let anyone remove them, the police were called and that's why we found ourselves there today. The funny (not really) thing was that we couldn't say he had murdered anyone - his lawyer got that suppressed. In the end the jury did find him guilty, so he will be going back to jail.
Sitting there today, I was reminded of the time I was a witness for a civil matter. You had nothing to do with that case, but you came down and sat with me through all three days of it. I am still stunned that you would have done that. It is the most selfless thing anyone has ever done for me. I texted you today and thanked you for that and told you. I hope that doesn't make you scared away from talking to me now. It was important for me to say it though.
Looks like everything is now set up for my surgery. The hospital called me today to register. I should have my will next week and will be re-doing my advance directive. It does pain me that I am redoing it because I have to remove you as my decision maker.
It was very odd today. Out of the blue that poem you wrote about daffodils popped up in my Facebook feed. Probably just one of those quirks of Facebook, a ghost in the machine, but why could it not be more? I also had a SPAM message with the subject: alexandra, hi.
I counted 33 Kia's today.
As more and more time passes since you left me, the light of hope dwindles a little more, but that light is the only light I have to hold to, the only thing that keeps me going sometimes, that warms my heart and soul and lights me through the dark. Hope, faith, belief, these are the things that keep me asking: Will you marry me?
Hoping,
MNP