Together since high school, you never saw one without the
other. They were comfortable. Probably the best description for them,
comfortable. Today, however, they
appeared worn, frayed at the edges and somewhat tattered.
With the majority of their lives behind them, he was a
little bent over and prone to mutter.
She had become short of patience and her requests now sounded harsh,
perhaps fueled by health issues that were never going to improve.
Everything in their home had a personal history and meant
something to them. Consequently, nothing
was ever thrown away. It was a cluttered
existence, now encumbered with doctor visits, elaborate tests and disappointing
outcomes.
She was slipping more and more each day and there was
nothing to be done. His voice had grown
weak in his struggle to help his childhood sweetheart. Friends and neighbors could only watch this
sad progression. Surely, they would have
to sell the house, but what about their things?
Neither would be able to manage an estate sale, nor would they want to.
No cavalry would be coming over the hill to save them, and
the doctors couldn’t say what they knew to be true.
These were simply worn-out slippers sadly slipping away.
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