LOST SOUL

Sorry I’m not a writer. I just like to write. So if there are mistakes ,errors ,etc. so be it.


It all started when I lost my wife to a heart attack a little over 3 years ago. For the next several months was becoming more and more depressed. After 37 years of marriage I was all alone.

She and I had a great sex life . Even after 37 years we still enjoyed regular sex.
She always managed to find something new to try. We were best friends and could talk about anything. If there was ever a problem between us we never hid it. We were always able to work out a happy medium that we both to live with.

I’m nothing special I just loved my wife from the day we met. We just clicked I don’t know how else to describe it. Although there were times I wondered what she saw in me.

Because I know what I saw in her and that was everything I loved.
So when she died huge part of me died too. Making it hard for me to care about anything ever again. Life had kind of lost its meaning.

So I kind of let everything go to shit. The only place I ever went was to the cemetery. I didn’t bathe I didn’t shave I didn’t clean house.

One day my wife’s sister showed up. Worried about me because she hasn’t seen or heard from me. When she knocked I really didn’t want to answer the door. Reluctantly I opened the door and let her in.

Upon seeing me and the state of the house. She said ” what the Hells wrong with you?” ” You know sis would be pissed if she saw the house like this.” “You look like you haven’t shaved or bathed n months.”
“What the fuck is up with you she said. ” I don’t see any point. I have no reason anymore.” ” Bullshit! You have family and friends who love and miss you. “

“I want you to get yourself cleaned up and I’ll be back tomorrow. We’re going to turn this hell hole into a home again.” With that said she left. It was hard for me but I showered and shaved. Found clean clothes and try to prepare myself for tomorrow.

The next morning around 9 there’s a knock on the door. My wife’s sister Ruth was it back to start straightening up things. “You look almost human again.” She said. I managed a half-hearted smile. Then she said “Let’s get busy. You Start the laundry. I’ll work on the dishes.” “Okay slave driver” I said.

Upon coming back from the laundry room she tells me to start picking up all the trash. Hearing her voice come from the kitchen. She sounded an awful lot like my wife. I never noticed before how much they sound like.

But Ruth has a lot dirtier mouth and my wife. Her vocabulary seemed to consist mostly of the word fuck. A word that my wife almost never used.

We small talk through the day as we worked. Her voice was soothing to me as she sounded so much like my wife. As the day went on I began to enjoy hearing her curse.