It is the end of the world.
Or
rather it seems that way for Gary because he broke his phone. Frankly, I’m surprised it lasted this long
since he drops it multiple times a day every day but yesterday was the day. The phone is broken and the world is ending
because he needs the phone for…. Well…
From
where I’m standing, he doesn’t need it at all.
For the last year, it’s been ringing less and less often. And, although he’d like to blame the ringer,
it isn’t the ringer. Friends used to
call but rarely do anymore, which I completely understand. You never know what you’re going to get when
you call – is he going to be lucid?
Hallucinating? Aggressive? He’s less and less himself every day, so why
would friends call a stranger? His family
doesn’t call either. For them, I’m a little
less understanding.
I
never thought I’d say this, but thank goodness for visits from dead Uncle
Harry. At least it gives him someone to
talk to.
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