My Escape Room
By Isabelle Presto
The nights are my only escape from the hurt inside me. When I go into my room and close the door, I am in my own world and I feel almost happy, not fully. Jimmy and I are together again and I can talk to him, think of him and feel as close to him as though he were here beside me, laughing and kidding with each other. I can talk to him and I actually hear him answering me in his own funny way. He had such a gift for laughter that I have never seen in another human being. I’m sure that’s what attracted me to him in the first place. In spite of all the pain and hardships he had suffered as a child, it never made him bitter or angry. I never heard him say “why me?” He was never able to be angry at anyone for long. When an argument was over it was over. He never felt the need to continue any discussion to the end.
So in my room I can reminisce about our years together and even smile a little to myself. Just remembering and sort of reliving those days, months and years. Long ago. It was a very good life and I thank God for giving me such a kind and loving man to spend my life with. It’s not easy to go alone, but with the help of God and family and good friends, I will make it.
Jimmy was loved by everyone who knew him. He was like an open book. What you saw was what you go. He didn’t play those games people play. I often think of how different my life would have been without him. I thank God every day for the life we shared and our love that was strong, no matter what happened.
So when I am in my room at night alone, these are the thoughts that come to mind. I have sad and happy feelings. I’m sad that I miss Jimmy so much. But I’m happy that he shared by life and brought me so much happiness. God was good to us. Our life was more happy than sad, even though a lot of sad things happened.
Thank you for being in my life, Jim. You made me very happy. I will love you for always, as long as there is breath in me. You were my knight in shining armor. Thanks, kid!