Potato soup, the wish of a man who's days are limited on this planet. Tonight he asked for potato soup, it was not possible. Brings back so many memories. Looking for that doughnut shop you craved your last days on this earth, I should say last days you were vibrant enough to crave, to communicate. You didn't know the name of the place, just a vague location, on the way to school, near Little Canada. By golly I found it!! I searched the internet and used google earth and found it. I would have gone to the end of the earth to fulfill any desire you had while you lay in that hospital bed those last weeks of your life.
Even the smallest part I play in this journey for my potato soup friend brings back so many memories. Completely different story, every story is unique really. Remembering how hard it was to watch you suffer and there was absolutely nothing I could do to help, to ease the pain. Another request you made was for me to read to you. I read short stories as we waited for your day long procedure to determine the extent of disease. Then when it got so bad I read Catullus and other ancient poets with the help of Super K 2000 miles away, for that I will be eternally grateful.
I sent nightly good night videos and good morning videos of your princess wishing you a good day. It was so painful that I couldn't be with you all the time, I couldn't sleep in the same room. The one night I did spend in the chair next to your bed was just too difficult for your princess. I had to choose her well being over my own. This is hard to watch all over again, not the same intensity, but the memories do flood back along with the tears.
I miss you handsome man. I really need my dear and can't wait until tomorrow.
take care
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