Bring me something

He brought me tea.

Randy wasn’t the best caretaker in the world, but he was happy to fetch and carry. During Covid times he brought me tea almost every morning. When I had my gallbladder removed he carried many things up and down stairs for me and when I rejected a thing I had just asked for he patiently took it away. Because that’s what I needed.

When he knew what I needed he was happy to give it to me and he usually offered to share whatever he had. Historical note: Once, very early in our relationship, we had an argument about pie. He had a piece of pie and I asked for a bite. He said he wouldn’t give me a bite but he offered to get me my own slice. I said I didn't want an entire slice - I just wanted a bite. I got pretty snippy about it.

When he made fresh pancakes he would bring me two - the first ones off the grill, just the way I like them with butter but no syrup. No fork - I roll them up into pancake tubes and eat them with my fingers.

Lately I have been drinking hot chocolate in the evenings with Grand Mariner and whipped cream, dipping shortbread cookies. I don’t know why I’m doing this - I haven’t made myself a cup of hot chocolate in decades. It’s comforting, though - I just wish Randy were here to bring it to me.