Renita Shadwick
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My Future
I sat across from Mr. Cheaves in a worn-out leather chair that he pulled up to his desk. I think you are going to like this he said. I respond with a short smile. I do not like surprises of any type. I do not like phone calls that disrupt the flow of my day and I especially do not like Mr. Cheaves.
By Renita Shadwick5 years ago in Families
The End of Her
The End of Her She had taken to staring at the corners of her room. Eerily, she would stop talking and look, right over your shoulder toward the nearest corner to you and just…stare. One time as I was greeting her upon entering her room, she suddenly turned her head away from my voice and with that beautiful smile of hers, gave the cheeriest “hello” to some invisible person. Now this might upset some folk. They might assume that she was having a “moment”. You know, like the moments that they attribute to dementia or Alzheimer’s, when the sufferer slips in and out of the current time to visit some era past. But not so with her. I always had the feeling…no the understanding that she knew exactly what time it was and exactly who she was talking to. Whether or not she invited you into the conversation was another matter.
By Renita Shadwick5 years ago in Families
My Future
I sat across from Mr. Cheaves in a worn-out leather chair that he pulled up to his desk. I think you are going to like this he said. I respond with a short smile. I do not like surprises of any type. I do not like phone calls that disrupt the flow of my day and I especially do not like Mr. Cheaves.
By Renita Shadwick5 years ago in Families
