MHOO314 -> Because I can... (12/25/2005 3:58:21 PM)
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I am writing this here--perhaps it belongs in My journal, but I am writing here--because I can--first of all let Me say, I am not seeking sympathy or empathy--I need a catharsis and when I come here, I feel as if I am at a marvelous gathering, all throughout the hall, the library and the garden are the friends I have come to know--veronica is bustling about making sure the food is right, the martinis cold, and the flowers just right--candy is there in her feminine elegance, soft yet strong, opinionated--LuckyAlbatross is there, ready with opinion, analytical and wise--fastlane is his usual self--Irishmist, passionate, tender, yet she feels an aloneness--sweetpetjenny and so many more, so I come here to write--to share, to relieve-- The house is quiet, unmentionable sleeps on the couch, pleased at her gifts, the animals are all racked out in some chair or other--the candles burn, the music plays softly--and I am overwhelmed at this moment with such aloneness--I cannot believe Mom is gone, though she filled My life at times with manic drama, she was in deed My best friend--and now it is only the two of us, so many people that claimed to be friends never sent a note, a card-- nothing, today so many knew we were alone, there is no more family and no one called to see if we were ok---even someone who has been My best friend for years--not one call--(yes, a tad of a pity party, but damn---)--though we did ok--I'm surprised, we had our ups and downs with the loss, but we made it--I kept us busy-- I baked way too much, I cooked too much--I had to keep some framework, some semblance or maybe it was denial-- The boy has signed off---to go to a dinner with friends---I am glad he is not alone--for he is alone a tad but he is a happy boy like Me, sees the joys in everyday ( just last night a marvelous vmail that described the snow on the Cascade mountains--the colors--what a wonderful call)----and for years he has been alone at times like today, but the affection, the responsibility for his well being has taken hold already ( like with no other sub)--when he signed off, I felt so damn alone---like this anvil of weight-- I know in a few minutes I will be fine, grabbing a good book ( I actually get a chance to read!)--counting My blessings--a good life, the unmentionable--such a marvel--the prospect of boy in 2006---Tuesday is My birthday--we will be out and about hustling and bustling--because we always did, because I can... because forward is the only direction I can go... I know there are so many others worse than we are, I do not make light of those, I only needed a moment--thank you for that-- veronica?? where are those damn martinis?
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