Drinks

You would think that these huge issues with G’s health would be all encompassing and minor inconveniences would be pushed to one side, and to some extent that’s true. However, the changes in our lives manifest in a thousand pinpricks every day that cumulatively contribute to alter our landscape.

G always made the drinks. Teas, coffees and alternatives, he would make them all. He has never cooked but throughout our marriage he saw his role as keeping us and visitors supplied with beverages.

I didn’t drink tea for several weeks after G had his stroke. I hadn’t acquired the habit of making a hot drink and when it occurred to me it somehow  didn’t feel right. On some level, like a sulky child, I didn’t want one if G wasn’t making it. I opted for water or a soft drink.  Once G came home from hospital, of course I took on his role and now it’s hard to accurately remember him landing a cup of tea on my desk with a flourish. Terrifying how quickly some memories fade.