Waiting

I'm just waiting for THE text. Yes, 'the text.' Deaf here, remember? It may seem cold, weird and much to cazh to you but it's like getting a phone call for me. 

I understand that, in Daddy's rare awake moments yesterday, he was signing to one of his grands who HAS hearing. I suppose this was one of his hallucination periods. Only mother (his wife who's been gone for almost nine years now) and I are deaf.

So...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting…
Crosseyed and Painless – Talking Heads