Wednesday, 15 October 2008
I've been watching him. He seems okay; does his gardening like he used to, but I caught him sitting there watching tv the other day and saw a tear form in one eye. I don't think he saw me, otherwise I guess he'd have made up some excuse, but I think he's finally realising that she's gone.
It's imperceptable, minute, and fractional differences, but they're the clues that he's been made incomplete by her death. He tries to act stubborn as usual, but there's give. I think he's dying.