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#findingcarter #post #110

#findingcarter #post #110

Bring the kids!

Bring the kids!

The gang.

The gang.

Friends.

Friends.

Arthur was in room 16 and had always been very kind to Elise. He seemed grateful for the attention and company when she came to bathe him or change his bedding. The assisted living home was a fair one, but not a place Elise would ever want to place someone she loved. Nor would she hope to live there in her later years. She needed the job and took it, thinking mostly of the paycheck and the chance to be seen as a good thing when she entered a room. She had never felt that. Arthur had twice over the three years told Elise quite clearly that she reminded him of ‘his favorite girl’.  Elise imagined this was a young love, or a friend he always wanted to kiss. She even wrote to her sister in an email that Arthur had said this to her, and that it made her feel special. As Arthur became more ill and time took its grip on him, he began to simply stare at Elise and sometimes clench his fists around his sheets. Once he reached for Elise and held her wrist too tightly. That evening, in her own quiet apartment, Elise iced her arm and wondered what Arthur had wanted. There was a need in his grip. Nine days later, and just before Arthur passed, a woman came to see him. She told Arthur that she would never forgive him and that she hoped he would suffer, as she did. ‘As my little girl did’ she told him. Arthur whispered that she was ‘his favorite.’ and then Elise and the woman both froze. ‘Killing her was like falling asleep in a perfect chair.’  Elise covered her mouth and the woman ran from the room.   #nightwalk

Arthur was in room 16 and had always been very kind to Elise. He seemed grateful for the attention and company when she came to bathe him or change his bedding. The assisted living home was a fair one, but not a place Elise would ever want to place someone she loved. Nor would she hope to live there in her later years. She needed the job and took it, thinking mostly of the paycheck and the chance to be seen as a good thing when she entered a room. She had never felt that. Arthur had twice over the three years told Elise quite clearly that she reminded him of ‘his favorite girl’. Elise imagined this was a young love, or a friend he always wanted to kiss. She even wrote to her sister in an email that Arthur had said this to her, and that it made her feel special. As Arthur became more ill and time took its grip on him, he began to simply stare at Elise and sometimes clench his fists around his sheets. Once he reached for Elise and held her wrist too tightly. That evening, in her own quiet apartment, Elise iced her arm and wondered what Arthur had wanted. There was a need in his grip. Nine days later, and just before Arthur passed, a woman came to see him. She told Arthur that she would never forgive him and that she hoped he would suffer, as she did. ‘As my little girl did’ she told him. Arthur whispered that she was ‘his favorite.’ and then Elise and the woman both froze. ‘Killing her was like falling asleep in a perfect chair.’ Elise covered her mouth and the woman ran from the room. #nightwalk

Missed these guys.

Missed these guys.

More Sunday a.m.

More Sunday a.m.

Sunday Morning. Flowers from Alex M.

Sunday Morning. Flowers from Alex M.

On the ride to work. #gratitude

On the ride to work. #gratitude

FINDING CARTER edit begins!!

FINDING CARTER edit begins!!

My Brother @GRAYHOU_SE and amazing sister-in-law @_nancy_lupo_   LOVE

My Brother @GRAYHOU_SE and amazing sister-in-law @_nancy_lupo_ LOVE

Siblings #family #love

Siblings #family #love

#lifeisgood off to dinner with family.

#lifeisgood off to dinner with family.

heart.

heart.

home.

home.