In this past week’s Downton Abbey, as our dear Mr. Carson said, in the best quote of the episode, “The business of life is the acquisition of memories; in the end that’s all there is.” <sigh>
And to that end, I roast chestnuts over the memory fires about my 16th birthday. As it happens, I was not really deserving of the wonderful celebration and events around that year, which may even make them more special.
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The very first person I saw this morning, when I crawled over him to get a drink of water before going back to bed, was my Cohiba, my fiancé. When I came back, he curled back into me so sweetly, still dozing.
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Okay, so the response to this prompt about not being able to verbally express yourself is kind of a gimme.
After my car accident and the coma, I had word finding problems, which is common for head injury. That didn’t make it more manageable at the time. It took me sooo long to get a sentence out, because I was trying to remember what I wanted to say! I felt so awkward with my friends because I felt so damaged and inadequate. My friend Darren from rehab was such a blessing for me during that time, ’cause we both spoke slowly, so I didn’t feel inadequate around him. I also remember the frustration I felt at not being able to communicate with others, and fearing that I wouldn’t get better; that I’d be trapped inside myself.
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One particular smell that is dear to me for the memories is the perfume I’m wearing right now: J’Adore.
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This entry is courtesy of today’s Daily Prompt about the last time I had a good hearty belly laugh. I am lucky enough to be able to laugh like that when I’m with my fiance. We’ve known each other since we were kids, and he was always kind and intelligent (out of my league, honestly). We went our separate ways after high school, but found me after 13 years and we reconnected, quicky fell in love.
We are the best of best friends, and since he’s really smart, his humor is quick and often ironic, which I like. No poop humor here. Sometimes he makes me laugh so hard that I snort, and the last time I did that was probably last week. I don’t remember when or why, but he makes me laugh that hard often, so we were probably just hanging around, being with each other.