Hospital
Sitting in the urgent care with the Boy Scout after he took a tumble. He’s trying to keep a stiff upper lip but I know he’s hurting. A gal walks by with an elderly lady on her arm, the strong resemblance is saying mother or maybe an older sister. Her charge, being gently guided, looks down with her eyes nearly closed, shielding herself from outside stimuli. I remember that with my mom. When her body was being assaulted by the vicious chemicals meant to, for just awhile, extend her life and also when it got closer to the end, she checked out and went within….deep within. I’m not talking coma here, she still was with us but only just. It scared me when she went inside and I would try to draw her out to alleviate my own fears but I understand better now. These bodies of ours, they know what to do. Giving birth did that to me in a milder form. It is often a joyous occasion but it hurts…a lot. And everyone is there talking and encouraging, laughing and remembering. What I wanted most was t