The days leading up to Wednesday seemed like catching fireflies on a summer night. They’d blink sporadically, giving direction. We’d run towards it certain we’re near. Eyes wide, we’d wait for another sign, another direction in which to run with arms outstretched, hands open waiting for the chance to catch the light and watch it [...]
Mom
July 24, 1942-June 25, 2008
Mom, you will live on inside me, inside all of us. I’ll look for you, always…in Jill, Diane and Craig’s laughter, in dad’s random mannerisms, in the faces of my children…I’ll look for you.
Everytime I’d leave Mom after one of my visits, I’d immediately text her “I love you Mom [...]
(written on Saturday June 21)
As mothers do, mom would often ‘give a kiss to make it all better’ as we bumped and bruised our ways through childhood. For whatever reason–perhaps the emotional comfort of a mother’s affection–the pain would subside and we’d carry on with the random, hell-raising activity that led to pain in the [...]
Mom just opened her eyes. Though she was back to her old self this weekend, she’s unfortunately taken a turn for the worse, and has been in a deep sleep since Sunday afternoon. She’s opened her eyes only a handful of times since noon. We’re not sure what’s going on – her blood, urine, and [...]
(Written June 21)
Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing is scanted,
Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are picks its way.
- Walt Whitman
Before coming to Denver, D and I took a drive out in the country like old times. It was just near sunset as we traveled back into town, [...]
We’ve grown accustomed to receiving drive-by hugs from the nurses here — their hugs being a testament to the level of care they provide, as well as proof that we’ve been here a while. Random hugs from nurses-come-friends are just what I need these days. After talking around the main thing for over a week, [...]
Dad, the profound: While talking with mom I asked her, “When you had us did you ever imagine just how wonderful we’d be”? Dad chimed in, “well you certainly are useful”.
Jeepers Peepers: On Sunday, Jill, Diane and I were dancing for mom in tune to Stevie Nicks and Pat Benatar, complete with dancing with [...]
I’m sitting here next to a sleeping mom. I have one hand on her leg while the other types. Every now and then, I’ll look over to find her staring at me. We’ll look at each other for awhile, memorizing each other’s faces, until one of us breaks with a yawn. The last time, it [...]
I just read Jill’s post. It brought back the time at Dixon’s…ohhh, that memory.
We were crammed in the handicap stall–Mom, Jill and I. Mom had just finished going to the bathroom and I held her up as Jill pulled up her pants. I began humming along to a song that played quietly in the distance. Slowly, Mom and I swayed [...]
It has been an unforgiving pace of life these last few days, one that has not left much time or energy for the written word or the eloquence in which to capture the raw beauty of love, life and the ending of life.
Since leaving Denver for DC, I could not ignore the constant tug, the twisting feeling of time [...]