It’s very early

I’m sitting in my wheelchair, looking out the window at the sun rising. A bouquet of aging flowers to my left, my hospital bed to my right.

Last night I spoke to my husband and daughter on the phone. I listened to their upcoming plans. And I had none to share.

I woke to the thoughts of being alone, of being left behind while they move forward. And I cried.

This is my life now. I look and I listen to life happening, as I sit in my wheelchair and slowly turn to stone.