a day behind already...
easter morning come and gone...
candy on the couches
gummi bear murder scenes set up and
photographed
a nap
woken by a phone call
that my grandmother is in the hospital,
come quick.
a sunny drive that caught me crying
remembering how she pronounced
diane as dzee-ann...
meatpies and french fries,
archie comics and coloring books
carol burnett on the tv
while she counted stitches and watched the babies...
antiseptic halls and labored breathing
tubes pumping oxygen
moments of comprehension
that we grasp onto like gold...
and we pass them along to each other to hold
"she said she loves to eat..." we say
"that no one can take that away from her"
and we all smile knowingly,
recognizing shreds of granny
within ...
watching my father by her bedside,
she is frail now and can't see...
grasping for the bedrail,
she finds my father's hand
and holds it.
driving home in the dark...
peanut butter sandwiches,
mindnumbing tv
as i wonder what are the things
my kids will remember
about me.
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6 comments:
I'm sorry your Easter was interrupted, I am thinking of you and your family...
FWIW, I think of you as a warm and caring spirit...
beautiful.
peace by with you in this difficult time.
Hugs, Sweetie.
this is so bittersweet. Losing a loved one-- seeing a loved one weakened is so heartwrenching. You are good to record your life, your thoughts. Memories are what make us who we are. Who they were. Who they are. That they are loved. It is good to remember.
gosh, this hits home.
i send you love and prayers.
xo
Yes, I wonder the same thing, often. And my children are grown, in their twenties and my parents are getting closer to the place your grandmother is in and it makes you stop and think about how precious life is, how fragile, how incredibly wonderful. Take care.
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