Some days are so grim.
I just wish life was the same again and Brendan was here on earth with me, with the rest of us.
The ritual I miss so very much:
Meeting Brendan at his house, to give him a ride to work. He's sleeping as usual. I go into his room, kiss his sleepy face and say, "Good morning cutie, time to wake up" (It's not really morning, it's 2:00 in the afternoon....but it's Brendan's morning). He wakes up; I go to the kitchen to make coffee. I might fold his clothes too if he's just done his laundry. They were usually left in a wrinkled heap on his black leather couch.
He comes out of the shower smelling like that patchouli oil he always wore & Trader Joe's Coconut Body Butter. He has to make decisions about which colored Trader Joe's shirt he is going to wear on that particular day. Should he layer his shirt, a long shirt underneath a short sleeved shirt on top? What pocket kerchief will he stick in his back pocket? What colored bandanna/headband should he wear? Where is his TJ's name tag?..."oh there it is". His watch; “where did that go?”....Finally "where did he place his teeth?" "Does he have enough vape juice?”
I go out to the car 5 minutes before it’s time to leave; to make sure I moved all my “stuff” off of the passenger seat where Brendan sat. The co-pilot seat.
I hear him...the sound of the woodpecker knocker....three times…..the signal that he’s ready to go.
The ritual I miss so very much:
Meeting Brendan at his house, to give him a ride to work. He's sleeping as usual. I go into his room, kiss his sleepy face and say, "Good morning cutie, time to wake up" (It's not really morning, it's 2:00 in the afternoon....but it's Brendan's morning). He wakes up; I go to the kitchen to make coffee. I might fold his clothes too if he's just done his laundry. They were usually left in a wrinkled heap on his black leather couch.
He comes out of the shower smelling like that patchouli oil he always wore & Trader Joe's Coconut Body Butter. He has to make decisions about which colored Trader Joe's shirt he is going to wear on that particular day. Should he layer his shirt, a long shirt underneath a short sleeved shirt on top? What pocket kerchief will he stick in his back pocket? What colored bandanna/headband should he wear? Where is his TJ's name tag?..."oh there it is". His watch; “where did that go?”....Finally "where did he place his teeth?" "Does he have enough vape juice?”
I go out to the car 5 minutes before it’s time to leave; to make sure I moved all my “stuff” off of the passenger seat where Brendan sat. The co-pilot seat.
I hear him...the sound of the woodpecker knocker....three times…..the signal that he’s ready to go.
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