Ada Wells
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
It had been a good day, as close to perfect a day as could get for us.
The rain had held off till evening, so Teddy was able to lie in the garden, feel the sun on his face.
I read an article about a woman who lived with her 84-year-old mother, just the two of them.
The woman was deaf, blind, and mentally disabled.
Her mother had taken care of her for so many years, just like Teddy and me.
When the mother died at home, the woman crawled around on the floor over her mother's dead body, looking for food and water before she was finally found a week later.
She was so traumatized, they had to put her into the hospital.
was that that could have been Teddy, all alone, unable to even walk out the front door for help.
65 years, Teddy lived in that house with me.
He knew every spot where the floor creaked.
Exactly how long it took the toaster to pop up when it was time to plant the strawberries.
It was where he belonged, where he felt secure, even happy.
How could I take all that away from him?
Where else in the world would they let him play piano at two o'clock in the morning if he woke up from a bad dream?
Where would they let him lie in the dirt and take comfort from the earth?
Where would they hold him and stroke his hair and tell him how beautiful he was?