today… the mist is thicker, it is awful feeling to be sure, the isolation, not having anyone to share or care at this time… in my life…. as my sight continues to go…. its not pleasant. The man is here to survey the house for the purchaser, i want to move back home, its so difficult beyond words can tell, no one understands do they, life is a game of survival of the fittest…. whatever anyone says, the care factor, the oblivion, the non-understanding of it all, nothing can be said. The man who might want the piano is coming round later too, its sad to see it go but i never play it, Chrissy has had her time with playing pianos, Nick doesnt want it….
i have made so many mistakes and rash decisions, or have i, people do just what i did, dont go blind and all is ok?
what will happen to me, i say every day please let me keep this last bit of vision… and every morning the layer of vision has nearly gone…. it seems so unfair…. when all around me are having a good time and can SEE!
another quiet day in Shrewsbury…..
Dear God, please let me keep some of this vision i have left…. i say every day
mistier than ever….
i am a broken record…. for sure….
