we have lost our dear charley to a stroke. in the eight years that charley i spent together, most days just the two of us, it never crossed my mind that the one thing that we would share would be a stroke. if you don’t know the story you can read it here, charley.
very quickly i have come to realize that charley was my journal. we were live journalling all day every day, just the two of us. i find it much easier to remember my thoughts if i say them out loud, i can often chase words around in my head for the longest time and just as often never catch enough of them to make a team. so i told them to charley.
i asked her opinion, i answered for her, i complained and was short with her, i asked her what music she wanted to listen to, i would tell her how stupid i could be, i always told her whether my book was amazing or just so so and i would ask her what she wanted for dinner even though she never had a drop of people food in her whole life. i took her everywhere.
today i was organizing a junk drawer, a good activity for me when i am looking for a lost thought and i came across a face down photo. i knew before turning it over that it would be of charley and it was.
i took a new journal, i placed the photo inside and i will write down all the things i would have asked charley to remember.