WHY WAIT
It’s dark............really very.......dark...........
You know — the kind of darkness where you can’t even see your hand infront of your face.....no matter how close it is to your eyes........it’s a very strange feeling — almost eerie.......
the kind where you feel totally disoriented.............lost........you have no sense of direction.......you don’t know where you are in relationship to where you have been............or how far you still have to travel before you are actually home and in the safety of your own 4 walls..........
— like traveling up mountains in western maryland in a thick fog..........or a swirling snow.........
and you have no idea how close to the edge you are before you go plunging over a cliff..........
And you stop the car — and breathe — and just stare.........even chancing to get out to walk on the road.......pace out ground — trying to orient yourself — where am I — and at the same time praying that there isn’t another vehicle coming from in front.......coming from behind — who is having the same problem............and they don’t see the car...........they don’t see you.........because it is so white........so thick..........even headlights don’t cut it until they are there on top of you.......
And you close your eyes and pray..............get back in the car.........and slowly make your way up the road.................until the next time — when the walls are too close and.........the the breathing goes rapid.........and the eyes blur from strain...........pounding heart hurts.........
And you ask to be brought safely home.................
Isolated
Deserted
Abandoned
Resignation
Confinement
Alone
Left
Surrender
that’s how dark it is................
There’s voices............hear them........wait..........talking......a nd laughing........
muffled................................. ........................................ .................................
why
think..........listen................... .........try harder..........focus......
Can’t make out what they’re say..................................... ......
And there is laughing................................ ...well that’s good............comforting..........
Oh — smell...............food..............co oking...........aromas — like home when I was little......Oh.................nothing like it......
so close.......so warm.........
can almost taste it..........the ole stomach’s starting to growl
voices are getting clearer...........listen
it’s still dark.................................... ........................................ .............................why is it so dark
“Remember when........”.......................“Tha t’s hysterical......I forgot all about that time”.........
“............always like that and never changed and was definitely one of a kind..........”
Only hearing part — can’t make it all out.....................but sounds like fun.............laughs and food and chatter — has to be fun.............
— wait — I know that voice.................another........... ..........is somebody crying.........
Somebody’s trying to make the cryer stop............it’s awful when someone cries — you just want to reach out — or at least get them to start...........it is so unsettling and it can ruin all the fun.........and everybody was having fun for God’s sake..........oh Lord — another one started.............will somebody please stop them..............let’s have fun..........nothing can be that bad................shut up......................
Who was that..........I recognize.............I know him.....her..........and another...............and another............and...............
It’s too dark..............................
And the laughter grows.............and so the talking...............
Like memories...........remembrances......... ................................
.........what ????? — no — let me out — what..............I’m here ..............you’re getting loader — I HEAR YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP — SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
voices......laughter.............fun.... ........food...........NO...............w hy — it’s dark..........and close and I want to go home......what are you talking about — this isn’t true........
This isn’t true...........it’s not happening............where’s my front door................I want to be home — why aren’t I home.................I should be there by now............
It’s so dark......................feel totally disoriented.............lost........you have no sense of direction.......you don’t know where you are in relationship to where you have been............or how far you still have to travel before you are actually home and in the safety of your own four walls..........
PLEASE STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
Damn you.............now the nice words..........the good actions............the thoughts and kindnesses.....................
Why wait....................until they’re dead
Epilogue — why is this the way................we have all seen it........we have always heard it — those words........”I wish I could have told them..........I was going to see them and I just didn’t go............I can’t believe they are gone................I am really going to miss them.................if I would have only taken the time............” — and so on................
So why do we allow it to happen, when we hear and see so many others say and regret the same thing................why won’t we learn............why don’t we take the time to make the difference — at least within ourselves..........
it does take so very little.....................
You know — the kind of darkness where you can’t even see your hand infront of your face.....no matter how close it is to your eyes........it’s a very strange feeling — almost eerie.......
the kind where you feel totally disoriented.............lost........you have no sense of direction.......you don’t know where you are in relationship to where you have been............or how far you still have to travel before you are actually home and in the safety of your own 4 walls..........
— like traveling up mountains in western maryland in a thick fog..........or a swirling snow.........
and you have no idea how close to the edge you are before you go plunging over a cliff..........
And you stop the car — and breathe — and just stare.........even chancing to get out to walk on the road.......pace out ground — trying to orient yourself — where am I — and at the same time praying that there isn’t another vehicle coming from in front.......coming from behind — who is having the same problem............and they don’t see the car...........they don’t see you.........because it is so white........so thick..........even headlights don’t cut it until they are there on top of you.......
And you close your eyes and pray..............get back in the car.........and slowly make your way up the road.................until the next time — when the walls are too close and.........the the breathing goes rapid.........and the eyes blur from strain...........pounding heart hurts.........
And you ask to be brought safely home.................
Isolated
Deserted
Abandoned
Resignation
Confinement
Alone
Left
Surrender
that’s how dark it is................
There’s voices............hear them........wait..........talking......a
muffled.................................
why
think..........listen...................
Can’t make out what they’re say.....................................
And there is laughing................................
Oh — smell...............food..............co
so close.......so warm.........
can almost taste it..........the ole stomach’s starting to growl
voices are getting clearer...........listen
it’s still dark....................................
“Remember when........”.......................“Tha
“............always like that and never changed and was definitely one of a kind..........”
Only hearing part — can’t make it all out.....................but sounds like fun.............laughs and food and chatter — has to be fun.............
— wait — I know that voice.................another...........
Somebody’s trying to make the cryer stop............it’s awful when someone cries — you just want to reach out — or at least get them to start...........it is so unsettling and it can ruin all the fun.........and everybody was having fun for God’s sake..........oh Lord — another one started.............will somebody please stop them..............let’s have fun..........nothing can be that bad................shut up......................
Who was that..........I recognize.............I know him.....her..........and another...............and another............and...............
It’s too dark..............................
And the laughter grows.............and so the talking...............
Like memories...........remembrances.........
.........what ????? — no — let me out — what..............I’m here ..............you’re getting loader — I HEAR YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP — SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
voices......laughter.............fun....
This isn’t true...........it’s not happening............where’s my front door................I want to be home — why aren’t I home.................I should be there by now............
It’s so dark......................feel totally disoriented.............lost........you have no sense of direction.......you don’t know where you are in relationship to where you have been............or how far you still have to travel before you are actually home and in the safety of your own four walls..........
PLEASE STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damn you.............now the nice words..........the good actions............the thoughts and kindnesses.....................
Why wait....................until they’re dead
Epilogue — why is this the way................we have all seen it........we have always heard it — those words........”I wish I could have told them..........I was going to see them and I just didn’t go............I can’t believe they are gone................I am really going to miss them.................if I would have only taken the time............” — and so on................
So why do we allow it to happen, when we hear and see so many others say and regret the same thing................why won’t we learn............why don’t we take the time to make the difference — at least within ourselves..........
it does take so very little.....................
hey there
well --- i have never been one to take compliments lightly --- so thank you.......one of these days though,let's talk so you can tell me what you liked so i can do more....
Before she died (about 1 week before) she had a long and important talk with each one of her children. Some didn't want to hear what she had to say, and that frustrated her. She wanted to tell me some things, as well as tell me what kind of funeral she wanted to have. I sat and took notes. She was incredibly grateful, and kept telling me that my sisters wouldn't listen and kept telling her they would find new nurses and doctors, and that she wasn't going anywhere.
I knew she was going.
She told me a lot of things about myself that day. I was the "wild child" and she admired my spirit and drive to not follow the common paths that were being taken by people all around me. Some very dead ends doing that, and some very good lessons. But she said I "always" learned the lessons, and that's what made them good. What used to be termed all my life as "hard-headed" was now being termed as "brave."
And then she told me that she was very proud of me. I had to overcome a lot of obstacles in my life, and I still didn't have hate in my heart.
I told her that I missed her voice (she had gotten a tracheotomy about 10 years prior and sounded very robotic) and that I missed her hugs (she had been in a wheelchair for about 25 years).
We talked about a lot of the things that I went through in my childhood due to my own disabilities and physical disorders. She shared with me her own stories of how she felt going phsically downhill for all those years as my mother.
I promised her that from then on, I would try to live my life as her daughter, and that I would continue to make her proud of me.
I asked her for one more hug. I got down on my knees and put my head in her lap, and she patted my head with her arthritic hands, held by her heavy arms riddled with arthritis in the wrists, elbows and shoulders. She patted a couple of times, and her arm slid down. It was the best hug I ever received. Because I felt the love.
The nurse and I helped her into her bed and I gently and carefully laid my then 3-month old son onto her chest so that she could finally hold him. For the first time. Frankie breathed in really deep, curled up right into her bosoms and immediately dropped off to sleep - so peaceful and comfortable. I watched as my mother breathed in the new baby smell from him and tears came to her eyes.
She told me that even though she had six children, Frankie was the most beautiful baby she had ever seen.
She also told me that my finding a way for her to finally hold her first and only grandchild was like I had given her a million dollars.
I then watched my mother fall asleep, breathing in the Frankie smells, a little smile on her lips, and I didn't even feel the need to reach out to move him or make sure he didn't fall off. He found some kind of a comfortable spot on her that was so cushy and soft and he wasn't going to go anywhere. I watched them both sleep and prayed a lot.
I sifted through my mind to see if there was anything we forgot to cover. I could only think of one more thing. I slowly crawled in the bed next to her and curled up against her cool and soft body, and I, too, went to sleep, with my arm around both her and my baby.
A little while later we woke up, I picked up Frankie and my mother asked me to call my brother in NY and tell him to come home. She needed to talk to him.
Each of us got to have our very personal and precious talk with her.
Everyday I hug Frankie numerous times, because I know what a mother's hug feels like. And when we curl up and watch movies together, I breathe in the smells from his head, still, and caress him and touch him and hold him. I watch as he gets into that comfortable sigh, the sigh that says, "there's nothing like a Mommy's hug, touch, kiss...." We tell each other that we love each other many times a day, and we have nose kisses, and ear kisses, and cheek kisses, and fish kisses, and forehead kisses, and hair kisses, and anything else we can think of until we're both giggling uncontrollably.
And to this day, I am so relieved that I not once, ever, think that there's something I wish I had said to my mother. We said it all.
always with thought........sharing
you read.....
with me --- i've always written when things pop in my mind.......like others, it's when images....words.....thoughts --- flow out....and there are always things that inspire or guide or influence us........
with you --- like others, it's when images....words.....thoughts --- flow out....and there are always things that inspire or guide or influence us........
but what moved us both in these writings were two totally different "reasons" --- but they are brought together out of emotional experiences.......but united --- both such personal sharings...
wherever i find your writings (and i do go looking).......i know i will always be touched
thank you
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