Comments on: The Slippers

By: Dee

Dee — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 02:59:54 +0000

When you have been married for a very long time, you become accustomed to the noise of another person in the house. You know the sound of their chair as it creaks, the sound of the refrigerator door as they go for a snack, them calling from another room or putsing about in the garage. The silence of knowing those sounds are not only not there but will never be there again is a different level of silence. There is the noise of people coming and all the mundane things that need to be taken care of and then all of a sudden, nothing. Then is the time to feel the loss. However, the need to explain means I didn’t do my job.

By: Bernard S. Jansen

Bernard S. Jansen — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 02:35:22 +0000

I really hate to admit it, but I just don’t “get” the end. The ticking, the slippers. Because I didn’t get it, I was dissapointed with the end. I’d been working up to the end, and was confused. Oh well.

By: Dee

Dee — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 16:11:19 +0000

I always think of my dad in November – his birth and death month.

By: paschal

paschal — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 15:44:48 +0000

I hope she put them on. I love how they match his condition in the end, and I love this sentence: He worried and ate and ate and worried until his heart just exploded. It reminded me of when my younger brother died almost thirty years ago and how the loss really doesn’t begin to set in until all the “stuff” is over, the family and friends have gone home, and finally, it’s quiet enough to hear the ticking of the rest of the story.