Does your life eventually condense into just a few stories?
The ones you still remember? The ones that won’t let you go?
Nuances of a long life fade under
the weight of so many years, so many memories.
I talk like my grandmother has Alzheimer’s
but she doesn’t.
Yet she told me the same story last night
about her mother and the drunk doctor
about the botched delivery –
But it wasn’t botched we all got you! –
but tonight she tells it as if she were her mother,
I instead of she.
She talks of walking a long way to the doctor because the baby was coming.
“And then I couldn’t have anymore children.”
She had four children.
It chills me to the bone,
But there’s warmth, as if the sympathy brings her close, she and her mother,
as if in telling the story, her stories, she is keeping her mother alive.
That moment passes and we are snorting with laughter over diary passages 80 years old
“the problems of a teenager…” she says,
and sighs.
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I love this story. Many people can relate to similar situations. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you very much! I’m checking out your blog now. So far, very lovely!
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Thank you!
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Aww. That was ….aww
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Thanks!
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Just because you’ve heard them once doesn’t mean you doing need to hear them again.
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I always need to hear them again. 🙂
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Very moving wordcraft. They remind me of my own thoughts on past remembrances..
I shall have to follow you back now 😊
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Thank you very much.
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getting caught up on your post and love eveyone of them!
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🙂
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So good. Like a cookie with tea.
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Aww man, thanks!
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