It has been getting worse. My aged companion Crisp is not herself these days. It seems like a long straight path we are going on from which there is no reprieve, no designated rest stops and so we keep going on.
We trudge, through each day taking what lands in our way, deciding to challenge it or simply step past.
Its difficult for her as she knows there is something not right but whether it’s denial or her stubbornness she seems relentless in pressing on.
It means at times she is a cranky old cow, as I tell her when I’m feeling exasperated, other times she can be her normal self but then something triggers her and the fires of hell rush through her and shower me with accusation and blame I never knew she was capable of.
Always on settling down she is remorseful, “Did I say that? Doesn’t sound like me at all?”
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2021/11/24/crimsons-creative-challenge-159/
This is too real and heartbreaking.
Yes it is.
Poor Crisp, sounds so much like my grandma… for whom I am named. Crisp, hey. Mmm.
This is so sad. Admitting to getting old is hard.