Thursdy (not a spelling mistake, patriotism) 28th July
10am, Oh my, what is this. For the first time in 35 days I wake up later than 5. It feels amazing, if it wasn't for the greenish purple bruising covering 70-80% of my body i'd almost say it was the best sleep in I've ever had. God daughter has delivered by making pancakes…. Win.
1pm, I've come to see my aunty Janice. It's so good to see her. It has been years, and not just a couple. She is frail. My Mum, who has been through caring for people on their final days many times, explains it best " when people have cancer the body knows where it is heading and it has time to prepare for it. She has shrunk and taken back to baby form, curling up in to the position she was in when she first ever rested in the womb". Janice sees me and instantly smiles, telling me how good it is to see me and how I've become my own man. This is the most affect anyone has ever had on me. Her strength, while weighing all but nothing, is incredible. Still talking, still able to stand and most importantly still able to grasp me in a straight jacket of a hug. I can't remember the last time I cried for anything other than a movie. My entirety cries, my arms are weak and an overwhelming feeling of unknown surges throw me. I realise I'm a weak,pathetic person when I leave the room after Janice says to my Mum "what's happening, where am I going". My mum has done this stuff time and time again, once again she proves to be a much greater soul than I have, or ever will meet/met. As me and my god daughter walk to the car she(without tears) says to me " Poor Janny, she will be happier soon". Child enlightenment is a thing of beauty. I choke on my words for quite some time.
6pm, In Janices honour we have a beautiful meal, a red or two and a fire, which, I being the only male try to take over and get all bear grills on but fail and have to live the humiliation while my female cousins own me in a fire making off. Good times, great stories, most importantly a rare delight of family bonding…… for everything else there's mastercard.
Check that scenery. Harrietville, beautiful!!!
Dear Darling Son o mine (thankfully), your words are pearls that I will treasure always...so grateful that you are with me...xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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