After the storm
Posted: February 4, 2013 Filed under: Grief, Mid-life | Tags: Alzheimer's 16 Comments »
Days stretch out in front of me
Purposeless.
No eulogies to write,
slide shows to make,
funerals to plan.
No parents to visit,
or bags to pack
for overnight stays
at bedsides.
Unsigned and unsent Christmas cards in their boxes
and a renegade ornament
to put away.
A dining room table with photos to scan,
photos to return,
photos to share.
Dad’s box of blocks,
memory game cards,
a worn cookbook
with blotches and stains.
Less posts about Alzheimer’s.
More posts about grief.
Planters to water.
And a heart to heal.
Birds at the feeders,
still.
Beautiful and I understand.
Beautiful poem, Christine. (((hugs)))
The good thing is that you are way ahead for Christmas next year. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with so much. Just know that everytime you post something I smile. Hang in there. I feel a trip to St. Louis in your future.
Oh, Christine, I share your grief! Hugs—my heart is with you!
Kathy
I hear you!
Been there and totally understand the emptiness you must be feeling now. You have been and continue to be in my thoughts and prayers.
The heart reels, the mind circles in upon itself, the body needs rest. You are often on my mind and I lift you up in healing hands for peace, most of all, for peace.
Perhaps a trip to visit your kids and grandkids is in order? There are nothing like Wee Ones to bring us back to the present moment . . . rather than being lost in thoughts of what we’ve lost.
There will be a place for each memory, Christine. Until then, hope and strength I send to you.
Oh, Christine… the poem says so much and the black background even more. It’s a hard time; sending hugs your way. xox Julia
I love the leather-bound book you shared. It looks like it took two groundhogs to search for shadows in your yard. The Light will return. Poignant poem, I understand the emotions behind it, trying to find your “new normal.” It is time to rest and recover until the puzzle pieces begin to fall into place. Until then, linger over the photos, relive precious moments, and observe your faithful, feathered friends. Not a one falls to the earth that The Father does not know…
It will take a while to figure out the new normal. Thanks so much for sharing with us.
Nancy
Hi Christine – it’s good to hear from you … the poem says so much.
You have been through a great deal recently .. and all has come so quickly through … now is time to take your time – with no guilt about time taken – a little everyday – or not much … the space is your need … the Spring will bring walks, birds, new plant life …
My thoughts are with you particularly and the family – remember the happy times … there can be no worries … you have done so much for your parents and Annie … with many hugs and thoughts for you Hilary
A heartfelt hug to you, Christine!
I’m so sorry for all of this. You’ve had two huge losses in such a short time. Continuing to think of you and your family.
Beautiful. Hugs.