This morning, I dashed off a page-and-a-half piece for Writers Group, about where I was during the Nisqually Earthquake of 2001. I was inspired by last Wednesday’s author, who was in the University Bookstore when the earthquake hit. Then I dashed out the door.
When Writers’ Group started meeting at Barbara and Don’s house, we’d typically meet in the living room. Then, when Don’s mobility declined, we’d meet in the bedroom. with chairs circled around Don’s bed.
Today, we were still in the bedroom, but the bed had been removed. We sat on chairs, in a circle. It was if Don’s bedroom had been converted into Writer’s Group reading room.
Don’s electric wheelchair was no longer in the entryway.
Russ, Mariah, Bernice, Rebecca, and, of course, Barbara were there.
Barbara read two pieces. The first was about how she and Don met. It was a very funny piece – they did not have a standard courtship. But Barbara became teary-eyed halfway through it, understandably. The second piece was one she’d written a while ago, about what it’s like to be married to a person with physical disabilities.
Rebecca read a piece about how she met Don. (It involved a leaking bathtub.)
After Rebecca’s piece, I wondered to myself if I should have brought my blog post about Don to read. But then I remembered that Barbara reads this blog, and everyone else had already heard the stories I’d related in the post.
It was a good group gathering. Don was missed, but the mood was not too somber.