[ FF ] Sad story about disability

My name is Thomas. Sometimes I like to sit back in my bed and look outside my window. Outside of my window there is this beautiful park that is always full on Sunday afternoons. The park has a spatter of attendance with kids playing on the playground or joggers traversing the long path that circles the park, and I sometimes wish I could do the same, but my legs are too weak. 
 
 I used to be married to a beautiful woman, and even though she is dead I sometimes look over at that picture on my nightstand and smile, because I know she is watching. I'm not married anymore and my daughter takes care of me, but sometimes -- hell, most times -- I ca n't help but think she would be happier if I were dead. 
 
 I wonder where my wife is. She had gone to the store four hours ago and she still has n't come back. I could feel myself starting to panic. It was only four hours but it feels like she has been gone for years. 
 
 I force myself to sit back and stare out the window, calming myself. She would come back. 
 I ca n't remember my name, but I know that sometimes I liked to stare out that window.
