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A day ago I was standing there with my five year old hand in yours. You held tightly, I was worried I would get lost.But now I am letting you go. You used to put a cold wet rag on my forehead when I didn't feel well.. Now I have one in my hand for your dry eyes. In a few minutes I will help you close your lids the last time. You used to put me in the bath every night at 9. I am cleaning you before the funeral home comes to pick you up for your last ride from the house I call home. You would wave goodbye till we turned the corner. This time I was on the porch, waving watching you be driven in the back of the black long car.
The clocked winked, or maybe I miss you.
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Wow! Your thoughts and writing really takes the topics to a higher level! These are some powerful and touching words. Very sad.
ReplyDeleteWow, that's incredibly powerful! And what an amazing photo you found to go with it too.
ReplyDeleteooh dark....sad but the tone was "matter of fact" even a bit distant but maybe that is what is needed to say goodbye like that.
ReplyDeletedark and sad.. tone was a bit matter of fact but I guess that might be what is needed to say goodbye....
ReplyDeleteOh mythat so reminds me of my thoughts while WOWing this week. That was a beautiful piece - filled with sadness and pain but moving and so very, very real. Was it real?
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My goodness what a powerful piece. I really like the style of writing as a child, I don't know if you've read the book 'Room' (can't think who the author is) but it's written in a similar style...you might enjoy it?
ReplyDeleteThanks guys. I was missing my Grandmother. I was the one she was with when she passed. We cleaned her and prepared her for the funeral home. It was one of those moments you will never forget. I moment of true recursion in life.
ReplyDeleteHeartfelt, V. Really enjoyed reading this, and loved the pic you got to go with it.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure your Grandmother would be very proud of you and your writing. :) x
So, so sad and moving! This is beautifully written, I really enjoyed it. That picture is amazing!
ReplyDeleteVisiting from WoW. I think you capture the circle of life very well. The cared for become the carers. To be part of so much of the process of death must have been so very difficult and impacting.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing, Val. I know you miss her every day. I send up prayers of thanks for such a wonderful lady to have helped raise such a wonderful lady. Your heart is her legacy!
ReplyDeleteTime seems to twist in on itself in this piece which is interesting (and that photo is amazing!). Well done!
ReplyDeletethis is beautifully written. I can feel the closeness between you and your Grandmother. Amazing how you have captured this in such a short piece. You are very talented and I find that I am looking forward to your links to WoW each week.
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