Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Things People Tell Me
My name is Betty.
It all happened because of the accident. I had to have surgery. Afterwards, no one asked me what I wanted. I just ended up here. You could say I feel stuck. Here.
My son and his wife both work so...
I can't live with them.
I had my own home.
My church was close to my house.
It wasn't a long drive.
If I had a choice, I'd go home.
But my home is gone, sold.
My car, gone.
My son didn't want me driving anymore.
It's okay here but really, I just want to go home.
I guess this is what happens when you get old.
Your kids decide things for you.
It's okay here, but if I had a choice, I'd go home.
My mother died when I was a baby.
I never knew her.
My father died when I was twelve.
The strict housekeeper put me on a bus, all by myself. I rode on the bus all the way from Arizona to Massachusetts.
The housekeeper's name was Helen Young.
She was very strict.
Posted by Betsy Jackson