Came on to post something unrelated. Next door, on his back porch, my 60 something neighbor and friend is playing a dirge on his guitar. In front of his house is a moving van. His wife of 40 plus years is helping load their possessions from the house where they raised 2 kids into happy and productive adulthood-- they've lived in the same house for 34 years.
Less than a month ago he suffered a stroke. It was the final blow to his autonomy. He's been deteriorating from MS for over a decade, and before the stroke even had reached a point where his legs no longer work at all.
So they are being forced to relocate immediately to a retirement/nursing facility. Today is their last day of normalcy and their last day in their last real home.
Days like this remind me that the inmate is just a freak show and that my real time is better spent helping real people with real tragedies.
Less than a month ago he suffered a stroke. It was the final blow to his autonomy. He's been deteriorating from MS for over a decade, and before the stroke even had reached a point where his legs no longer work at all.
So they are being forced to relocate immediately to a retirement/nursing facility. Today is their last day of normalcy and their last day in their last real home.
Days like this remind me that the inmate is just a freak show and that my real time is better spent helping real people with real tragedies.