Category: Writing

Forgotten

by Sarah Elisabeth

God has forgotten me.

This revelation sought me out gradually. It began the day I could no longer turn over in bed.

“Good morning, Ms. Ruth. How are we feeling today?”

I liked when my nurse, Karen, patted my shoulder. Her gentle touch soothed when she lifted or bathed me. She recognized me as a person. I once could see her smile, but I’ve lost that. I can no longer see past the foot of my bed. Now Karen has vanished from my life, replaced by a nurse who doesn’t see me. (more…)