PLAYING 
OUR FAMILY 
NANA IN A STORM
Tonight my hands and feet are clawing up and my stomach hurts. It gets me down at times.
It gets me down. Tomorrow my girl is helping me out. She is driving me to Valla for our Committee meeting. Cool, eh ?
And this is the drawing Miss 5 did for me. NANA IN A STORM.
I am well through a lot of the Grieving. The walking stick is second nature. The wheelie walker at home likewise. The being at home a lot and sleeping forever – they are now familiar and I am even fond of the Disabled sticker. The home help is excellent stuff and the gardener. I very rarely grieve the loss of my life with Izzy anymore or the music world. I have kind of adjusted to the lack of meetings.
I have even adjusted to living here where I never intended to live and to being broke once again. And alone once again.
But sometimes, when my body hurts and the least movement is as difficult as it has been this week, then sometimes – I am caught in sorrowing.
Now its dark and calm and I aint got nothing I am supposed to do.
the SILVERBIRD 12 