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An Open Letter to Bernice
Dear Bernice,
I never really thought about you not being around. You were always “just there,” reliable, and up for just about anything. From shopping trips to routine errands and trips to the beach, you were with me. Hell, you even helped me move!
I knew you were getting older. Well, let’s face it, you’re actually kind of old. But you always seemed so strong. You never, ever complained. Not even once. And you never let me down. It was always go, go, go with us.
I can’t help but feel responsible somehow. Maybe I was selfish. Maybe I made you do too much. Maybe I took you for granted. I didn’t see any signs. I didn’t see any warning. If you were trying to tell me you were in trouble, I’m truly sorry, I didn’t know.
Everything is so much harder without you. Nothing’s the same. What used to be our weekly shopping trips have now become an unpleasant chore I do alone. I miss seeing you sitting outside from my window. I miss everything about you. The worst part is, I’m still being selfish. I know it. Here I am, going on all about me. How I miss you. How I feel. What I need. Classic, isn’t it?
I was so excited when I heard you’d be coming home today. But then, I was told things changed and it wouldn’t be until Monday now…
