|Nicer than one thinks to walk upon|
Ten steps. Elaine counted, running fingers along ridged strip along the wall…linen closet door…towels rolled and placed in color value…Elaine inhaled with satisfaction.
Nine steps…bathroom and its cold bumpy tile. Those ridiculous river rock titles that make a path to the toilet, to the shower and now the modified sink…Life is bumpy, will become bumpier, and then what?
Eight steps…a painting Elaine had done once, when all had been well and her hands did what she said. The colors and the brilliant textures Elaine felt in her mind, painted with a broad brush and pallet knife. How glorious!
Seven steps: sixth—a step up, fifth step…then the landing, all with the blessed railing.
Fourth, third, second, holding onto a thick rope and then Praise God! Finally the last step…her bed with night gown and turned down covers, soft and warm, producing a deep sigh of relief.
Lamp light filled the room. It was night, but for some reason, knowing light glowed above was a blessing.
Diabetes is a disease increasing in numbers as more and more people become obese. Diabetes has become a part of my family members. Blindness can be caused by this horrible diabetes.