All those years... wasted, really. Helen's gone, the kids... well, they might as well be. Surrounded by these strangers, every one of them. The people that work here, they know we know that they don't want to be here.
How did it end up this way. Even my thoughts and memories are not welcome. All those women... None of them really cared about me. Not like Helen used to. How many times I thought I might change for her, for what she had to put up with, and then it was too late. Four years now, and I hardly remember the woman I miss so much.
And my buddies... yeah... right... what a waste. Oh, if I could just go back. Even that is a wasted thought. What have I done? I did this. Eighty years... it seemed so far from me, yet here now... I'm already here.
And you... I'm still stuck with you. How can you still even be passing through my thoughts. I've ignored you longer than any of them. I thought you might have sent that couple, some time back. They just just walked in, introduced themselves, and we talked for so long. But that's been months ago. I know you've given up on me too. How did it get to this?
Father, open our hearts, Lord. Show us the futility of all of life, apart from You. Open our hearts for the lost today. Give us a yearning to reach out for those who could know you before it's too late for them. Help us to think of where someone like this might be stuck, hurting, and looking for some real meaning to all of this.
I love you.
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