Her hands trembled for a second. It would only have been noticed by her or her best friend, she always able to see beyond what was actually happening. She’d ask, “why,” I’d answer “lithium!” Which is true, but that’s not why today. She trembled at the thought that her body, so used to failing her, was failing her then. But not failing for the sake of failing or for safety or for recognition of something deeper going on. Her body was failing because she was so close to success. Her tremble was another hiccup, another reminder that if she kept failing it would prevent her from succeeding and she could…
Dear Ma,
I wish I could say the grief of losing you would hit me out of no where, but the reality, Ma, the heavy weight pulls me down into dark water. There is no sun where I go. There is no blue and white buoy attached to my arms, as heavy as if they were cast in cement. For a while I was above water, sitting on the boardwalk of life, taking in the sun just as the seagulls do. I saw the dark water below and realized only as I plunged in again that for a moment in time I actually was on top. Tears are hardly new in my…
Free at last
I stared up from my hands, remembering Mom always shows up through birds and nature, but nothing came. The wind paused and the chimes kept on singing, but I saw the wind coming through the trees to cause their song and dance. I stood up and walked to the edge of our deck and leaned against the railing. After many moments, I heard their cries above. Two red tailed hawks came from the east. They circled each other in wide circles and came over our neighbor’s house, and over our driveway. They then made a huge circle over our house. Peace fell on me and a smile came across my face, which I did…
Make It Go Away!
My heart belongs to a box of ashes upstairs. Sometimes I wish, I always wish I could have taken the cancer away from her and it had been me as ashes in the box upstairs. I’m at times really living like I am ashes, but I can make it all go away through travel. My Mother was starting to live life when she got cancer. She wasn’t taking any shit and she was doing her thing. I had always done my thing. Of course the mother wants it to be them and not their kid, but my mom…She was all I had. Everything paled in the reality of her sickness…
Grief
There is a robin that stands in the yard a looks right at me as I sit at the dining room table writing. He was neither spooked by Janet and I walking to or from our walk or as the rain pours down on him in these scattered showers we are getting now. His posture is strong and tall and he seems to be telling everyone that he is here, he is in charge and this is his yard, field, house, human. He often turns and faces me, his chest fire red with a dark head and a bright yellow beak. He picks at the dirt today as my Mother’s…
A Pass Through Grief While Enduring Mental Illness
