My ears seem to be more attuned to sounds lately. I keep hearing birds calling and sometimes I rush out of the house thinking I’ve heard a bird in distress when it’s only the Butcher birds squabbling in the fig trees just outside the back veranda.
Last night, Son was at his friend’s place and, as Husband is still in hospital, I was all alone (well, except for the birds!) and the bliss of this almost overwhelmed me because I love being alone – always have.
But I kept hearing Husband calling me – ‘Jules, Jules?’ and I kept hearing his walking stick tap-tap-tapping on the wall because that’s what he does when he wants us to come and help him get out of bed.
The night before I said to Son, “Do you keep hearing Dad calling you?” He said he did and we laughed about our imaginations being a little overwrought.
But now I can’t hear anything – nothing at all.
jmgoyder 
Ahhh! The Simple Joy of Silence.
I’m lucky enough to enjoy it every day (at some time or other).
I understand 100% why you love it.
Yes, yes, yes!
Don’t worry everything will work out good. We are always here so if you feel like sharing just remember we are only a key stroke away. Love and prayers sent your way
Thanks, ‘Kibble’ – you are so kind!
Hope you didn’t mind me calling you kibble!!!
I don’t mind at all. But you will never guess what my nick name is…Birdy. I guess I got it cause I work in a wild bird store.
Thanks Birdy!!
I echo Kibble’s comment. I too know what you mean, about having your own space, its blissful. But people are important, so we have to allow them to join us, (occasionally ) 🙂
Yes and I get that but friends and relatives keep wanting to come over and support me; wonderful of course but I just keep asking me to let me have t his brief few days of space. And anyway, Son is now home and demanding food, conversation, hugs and wants me to listen to his latest CD. I love all of that; nevertheless I have decided to sleep with the gang tonight (kidding!)
When my husband and I were taking care of his mother it was a terrific strain on us. We loved her so much and wanted to do whatever we could for her. She wanted to stay in her home for as long as she could and we did everything in our power to help her achieve her goal. We got hell from her neighbors for it, but it was what she wanted.
From time to time we would plan and prepare for her outside assistance, so that we could get away for a few days to be alone and enjoy some solitude. It was a guilty but necessary pleasure. Sometimes no matter how much you love them, you just need a break to refresh your outlook. And yet, even knowing this, it was still hard to do. ~ Lynda
Thanks so much Lynda
It sounds like you know what Son and I are going through – a particular kind of hell.
Juliex
That breather, that break, is so necessary to your mental health. Take that and breathe it in, without guilt, knowing you’ll be even better for him when he returns.
Wise advice – thanks.