Saturday, February 23, 2013

Rebound

Long weeks, it seems, since last I came here...so much to do, so little time...

It is another night shift post, Sarge being off at the local - how does Ellison put it? - Red Sea Pedestrians' Purim event as security...they like him very much. He knows all the rabbinical staff by name and I, frankly, feel blessed that we can do anything to help the Jewish community.

I have been trying to avoid the worst of the news, to just keep trudging along against the rising tide. We all know where this is heading and the only thing cheerful is the vocal pressure against the 2A incursions. It gives one hope that perhaps it won't all slide off the cliff soundlessly.

My mind has been wrapped around a lot of things - losses - and I know, in my deepest heart, that my father will follow them all soon enough. I never have had enough time with him. Gone at 6 yrs, returning at 8 and then briefly at 16. And then the high holies every few years...He has survived longer than one ought on the gimpy heart he was born with.

 
Check out the lederhosen! He has always been a showboater...he was meant for the stage and I know that the large family cramped his flighty style. I've no idea how he was pinned down with ring and vows.

 
I am not certain how she did it...made it to the altar with a vagabond, and had him home often enough to have 5 children. She looks so vibrant in that photo...I never knew her in that way, being the next to last. I really only remember her when she was a bit younger than I am now. My hands are much like her own, then. The same motions as the lasagna noodles are caressed into place...the towels folded as she did - learned from her ages ago when she worked as a maid at a hotel. I never knew her to be happy, really. Tired, mostly. Desperate, often. The last to sit, the last to eat, the last to bed...only to be the first up to start it all over again.

Somehow, she managed it all with and without Dad. Not for so much better and for rather a lot worse. But for all the trials and travails, the dirty laundry and failures, they did always favor me...for whatever good it did. I know I was never the end result of their dreams and yet I managed to avoid their worst nightmares - though only barely.

The best, though, is that they both met Sarge, know the good man that he is, and that I am safe with him. It meant a lot to Mom, that assurance. She knew she was leaving, and wanted that promise for her heart's ease. And I know, truly, that she was at peace...the dream coming to me days later of her waving at me from the deck of a ship, myself in the wheelhouse looking down. She threw a leg over a railing, her pedal pusher pant leg showing a strong limb, the foot housed in her beloved Keds. She paused there, smiled and waved, looking much like she did when I was young but without the fear and exhaustion in her eyes. No, just sheer joy and revelry as she tossed herself off to the deck below and away forever. You can tell me that it was just a dream but I know better. It was her farewell, and her promise to me - I am well, no need to worry.

I wonder if I shall receive a similar message soon.

I know there is more loss to come and a part of me aches to make up the days with him. But there can be no replacing what is gone. You cannot tame a wild thing because it will no longer have that spark that made you love it. The old game of catch and release will have to continue to the end, and even then he will have the final word, the leaving without a look back.

Perhaps I need a trip to the beach...or him a last hurrah in his 2nd favorite place...a gathering of the tales before they are all lost. He is the only one left who knows them...there was so much I'd always meant to ask her...

Oh, to slow the world just a bit so that I could catch up...

6 comments:

Christina said...

Beautifully expressed, my heart aches with you.

John Venlet said...

Glad to read some new thoughts from you, Laura.

The pics of your Mom and Dad are great. The memories they evoke may seem bittersweet, and yet they are an important part of your life.

Be well, and God Bless.

Momma Fargo said...

Great post. Thanks for sharing.

Keads said...

Thank you for that. Heartfelt and moving to me.

Anonymous said...

:::Poke:::

LauraB said...

Who pokes the sleeping bear?

All, thank you so much - life has been far too busy with my and my appreciation is much delayed...but it pleases me that some still visit!