January 17, 2008
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Memories Bring MemoriesKelli (http://mycircuslife.blogspot.com), and I
Became cyber brother and sister,
Actual date not remembered;
Sometime in 2001.I noticed this Kelli,
Who answered many of,
Al Schroeder’s Nova Note questions,
Much as I would have.So we adopted each other.
Her entry tonight by Poop and Boogies, brought a strong memory to me.
It was early in our marriage, Heather pregnant,
Mom knew the happy event was ahead,
And was looking forward with verve to it.I was working a job at the railroad during the war,
Working the afternoon shift,
Had been suffering the flu for several days,
And on the way to work stopping by the hospital to visit Mom,
She had her appendix out along with complications,
They put a drain from her gall, hoping to get that out
soon as she got over the shock of the appendectomy.I was as sick with the flu as I can ever remember,
Came time to get ready to go to work,
Stumbling, fumbling around,
Trying to slurp coffee,
And get dressed,
Falling now and then.Ran for the street car line,
Knowing I wouldn’t make it to hospital,
And hurting because of it,
I came running into the entryway of work,
And met face to face one of Dad’s best friends.From the look of him I could see it was vitally serious,
He told me that Mom was in a bad way,
And that we needed to get there immediately.I ran up the stairs rather than wait for an elevator,
Slowed to a dignified walk and entered her room,
Dad, with tears in his eyes said,
“Sorry son, she just went.”Aflow with tears I sank to the foot of her bed,
My hand searched her dear soft foot, still warm with life.Grief lasted longer for me that time than ever since.
I dearly remember her unselfish lovingness.
Comments (7)
hugs
What a sad, yet beautifully written, entry.
Oh, dear Doug, I was living that memory with you! That is truly is a memory that blesses and burns.
So sad, but so beautiful. When my Dad died it was such a struggle for me. I still miss him today. What you have written stirs up memories and longings and “what if’s” in me. Sigh. I can’t even imagine how hard it will be for me when my Mom passes. I’m sorry for your loss and I understand how you feel.
I traveled a long distance and spent a week at the hospital with my Dad when he was dying of cancer. I wanted to be with him and I didn’t want my Mom to be alone. But after the week, with my parents blesssing and insistance, I left to go home to my kids and hubby…mainly because my other siblings could finally come. Knowing Mom wouldn’t be sitting by his side alone, I went home for a short break and then was planning to come back in a few days when my siblings left. My Dad died before I could come back. I still feel bad about not being with him right before he died. I feel bad about not being by his side when he passed. Well, I could go on and on, but I need to end this comment.
I’m sorry this is so long. But this really stirred up some emotions in me.
Hugs and love to you, My “Daddy” Doug.
C.
Sad story and though my mother didn’t leave this world in the same manner, I recall all of the good things from way back when including sitting on her lap rocking away. Good moms are such a blessing and they are so missed when they go.
She was still in the room when you were there…trust me. She knew and probably followed you up the stairs.
We cannot wish them to remain when they suffer so. She would have passed quickly…into the arms of those she loved who passed before her.
HUGS