Friday, December 18, 2009

Rudy and Drinking Glasses

At work, I have to use a covered glass for safety purpose. I feel silly, as though I have an adult sippy cup, but you gotta do what you gotta do. So, when I got home, I longed to drink out of glass. It is a whole senses experience - the cool, smooth glass, visual perception of the cool liquid, sound of the ice cubes, and the tingling of carbon dioxide hitting your nose.

I had just poured myself a delicious Diet Coke with Rudy watching the whole process. I turned my back, and heard a glass falling over. I knew it had to have been him, but he was so innocent. I hoped it was just an isolated incident, curiosity about the carbonation.

It turned out that it wasn't a curiosity about carbonation. Rudy was determined to knock over every glass, mug, can, bottle that I drank from, and his target was ME, no one else. He soaked the bed and rug in the middle of the night, poured drinks into my class papers, he was a total disaster. I had to give up glass glasses. And, I had to resort to adult sippy cups.

The other day I reached for my adult sippy cup and it hit me he was gone. I could drink out of glass again. However, I am sitting here with my sippy cup and tears in my eyes. Nazdravi, Rudy

1 comment:

  1. It's the little things that make loss so hard to bear. Looks like Rudy wanted to explore everything that you had been drinking from - that's such a lovely memory. Bittersweet.