Beck and Call Girl

Gayle Lynn Smith
Jul 28, 2017 · 2 min read

He won’t even know I’m gone. It’s amazingly difficult to think about it that way, but it’s true. After all my love, all my taking care of him, trying to build something, being at his beck and call, all I hear is deafening silence.

“GAYYYYLLLLLE” (at first him yelling my name from the other room was funny.) Then it rankled a bit, then it was painful. Now, I would give anything to have that Ozzy-esque voice yell from the next room.

Why? I suppose because at 3 a.m. I miss him. Still. It’s his birthday today. I have officially loved him for more than a year.

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Gayle Lynn Smith

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I'm Gayle. One woman dedicated to my family and being all I can be. Traveling the world in search of the perfect end to my story. (With parkinson's)

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