We sit at the kitchen table and read the paper.....
he really tries for hours to read.
This morning he looked across the table and shrugged...I knew.
I knew he can't make out the words.
I don't know exactly why I cried.
Is it the fact that I'm pissed..."why Paul?...he loved to read and he read and read and read...why not some idiot that doesn't even bother reading?"
Do I cry because of the effort he puts into trying to read? I'm serious he tries for hours every day.
He reads football stats...newspapers...charts....TV Guides.
You name it, he still tries.
I still can't believe this is happening....it can't be real!!