Have you ever lost something and looked and looked for it to no avail, then later to find it in the exact place you looked more than once? My friend, Olivia, blames that sort of thing on “the borrowers” whom she says come into your house at night and move things.
Richard eleven days before his heart attack.
On October 31, 2014 my husband was outside digging a trench in our rocky and hard soil. He wanted to bury an electric line to the outdoor landscaping lights to attach just one more. He came inside and up the stairs (our main foor is up a flight), breathing heavily and plunked down in his favorite chair in the great room where I happened to be. I took one look at him and asked if he was okay to which he replied he wasn’t sure. He was sweating, but it was hot outside, and he said his back hurt really bad between his shoulders. I took his blood pressure and could not get a reading, so gave him an aspirin and told him to get in the car. He argued, but I told him to GET IN THE CAR in a manner he understood meant business.
Our doctor is 10 miles away, so as I drove 15 miles over the speed limit, I had him call and tell them we were coming and I thought he was having a heart attack. Sure enough, Doc read his EKG and told me he had a myocardial infarction and he’d already called the ambulance. The nearest hospital is 26 miles from Doc’s office, but he was in and out of cardiac surgery within two hours from the time the pain began and they found and removed one clot and placed a stent in his heart. Fortunately, other than that, his heart is perfectly healthy. He was in ICU for two days and two nights and I was given a plastic bag containing his personal items before I left that first evening. I noticed one of his hearing aids was missing, so I had the doctor’s aide check the office floor and parking lot, to no avail. I also went back to the parking lot and looked for it myself, checked his hospital room, all through the car, the clothes he’d been wearing, etc. Knowing it was useless to continue looking, I called and had it replaced and we picked up the replacement on November 6th.
The hearing aid lost for two years.
This morning, as I sat at my computer, my husband came up to me and showed me that missing hearing aid! He found it in the wrought iron grate inside a wooden frame that sits outside the entry door to wipe one’s feet of mud or snow before coming into the hall. Mind you, I clean that thing out when it gets gross, but the grate is heavy, so I cannot lift it out myself and unless he’s handy, I just do the best I can. This little aid has been right there outside the door for almost two years through rain/hail/snow/wind and both of us have stepped over it a million times. I’ve even swept leaves out of it over and over. So near and yet so far.
The grate where the hearing aid was for two years.
This probably is not as earth shattering as it has struck me, but I am simply blown away. He lost the other one on April 29, 2015 while trimming branches off a tree on our steep bank (our house is 50 feet up from the road) and we’ve never found it, even though we’ve both searched dozens of times and even used a metal detector. Of course, it’s also been replaced.
I don’t know what’s going on today, but I was in our bedroom, which is off the office, he was down in the great room and the cat was across the room asleep in a chair when the shredder started up, sounding like it was shredding papers. (???) I can look outside and see the changing colors of the leaves, so fall and the spooky month with Halloween (the same day of Richard’s heart attack in 2014 and also the day he retired on in 2003) is looming and bringing with it ghosts and goblins…hopefully nothing more.
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Author Jackie Taylor Zortman
Jackie is the author of award winning fiction novel FOOTPRINTS IN THE FROST and her non-fiction book WE ARE DIFFERENT NOW. For information on both, click the “About” button at the top of this page.