placement

Last week I was in my wife's Aunt Fanny's 2nd floor apartment to pick up a few things to bring to her in the hospital. An apartment where Fanny lived alone. A place where she mostly lived in one room (the living room) and then probably the kitchen and then, the bathroom. The least utilized room is probably the bedroom. Fanny slept on the couch in the front room with this newly purchased flat screen tv that she surprisingly became enamored with. (which makes me sometimes wonder about me because I haven't found a flat screen tv that I enjoy)  Regardless.  The other day I was asked politely by the bride and her sisters to go to Fanny's apartment and pick up this and that. (for those of you who haven't kept up with this saga...Fanny's in the hospital) So I went. I don't much care for going into someone's space uninvited.And yet, going into Fanny's bedroom that hasn't been functional in years, I felt like I was entering the most sacred of sacred places. And of course, the mother fucking shit asshole dick son of a bitch that I am, I snapped a picture of the display on one of her little dressers. I knew this was an invasion , but I also knew, that this was an opportunity to allow someone else to witness what it means to be alone with no direction prone. It made me realize that I know nothing. It brought me, for a moment, to the sacredness of everything,