A Note

I was in the office working, and I heard her talking. I thought maybe she was talking in her sleep. But then it went on. I stood around the corner and listened. She was crying. I went in and sat at her feet.

"I was just thinking about Dale. He could sing! He sang opera, and I was just thinking how I wish people could hear him sing, but then I thought no one would know his songs, because no one listens to opera." I smiled and rubbed her leg.

"Does anyone else in my family sing? Does B?" I nodded (she doesn't have her hearing aids in and I'm tired of yelling).

"S plays the piano, I think. I sing a little. I sing alto, but I'm just so-so."

I just smiled, patted her leg, kissed her forehead, and went back to work. I wonder if she does that often? Sits on the couch and cries alone. It made me sad.