Blackbox trappings

A reflective look at life from the point of view of an artist, teacher, father and grandfather.

My Photo
Name:
Location: Indiana, United States

Thursday, November 08, 2018

I haven't had much time to think about this...

Mom was born in 1925 and dad in 1906

Dad lived to be 63 and mom is 93

Me? I'm 64. 

How do I say good-bye to mom? Where do I start? 

Her mind is slipping, her body slowing down, ...

I don't want to say good-bye, I don't want to end this chapter, I want to go on visiting her.

No. She doesn't always say much. But she still laughs.
No. She sleeps a lot. But she still wakes up.

I don't want to say good-bye to mom even if it's just "see you later." or "be careful crossing the tracks. - What tracks?" The silence will haunt me.

Wished I, if only, I should've, ... they're waiting to bother me. 

No. I will spend my time with mom. So that somewhere, somehow, she'll know- I love her.