I Had No Idea
I was such a great conversationalist
Sixty-nine years. I’ve been alive sixty-nine years and have just recently discovered I am a great conversationalist. How did I discover this? It started when my wife’s dementia went into overdrive three years ago. I had to carry the burden of seventy-five percent of our conversations. That eventually turned to one-hundred percent.
During this time I also had our dog Chewy to converse with. Our conversations were rather limited. He would say “feed me, I have no water, walk me”. Occasionally he would say “I love you.”
My wife died fifteen months ago. Chewy died four months ago. These events were the catalyst for my mastering the art of conversation. It was hard at first. It took painstaking effort to decipher what the walls were trying to say to me. I finally gave up trying to decipher their language. It’s worse than Russian. They gave up as well. Whatever stories they have been trying to share with me will be left in the dustbin of history. At least I know the walls are still listening.
After graduating from wall talk I expanded my verbal skills to include photos hanging on those walls. At least they had stories to tell. Sadly, when I would quiz them with the “do you remember” questions all I got in return was silence. It’s like asking your three-year-old “What did you do?’ as he…
