Wednesday Reads: Conveyance of JelloPosted: March 27, 2019
I thought I was ready to come back, but I’m not…I feel myself going through the motions, driving and waking up and so forth. But there is a blandness about it, like the packs of vanilla Jello pudding that overwhelms the pantry, pudding that was meant for my mom…
You see she was unable to swallow pills, because of the varices veins in her esophagus…she took her medicine on a conveyance of Jello. My dad, thinking she would be around longer than a week after being put on hospice, purchased so many packages of Jello. So many.
It is all there, no one will eat it.
It remains there.
He will not get rid of the fucking Jello.
And I see it. Like I see everything, for the first time…in my life, without you Mama. And I cannot face this. I’m not ready.