Friday, January 03, 2025

The Watch

I hate going to the hospital.

I hate it because I know that you’re there. 

Not because I don’t wanna see you, but because I think if I can just wait a little longer, I can postpone the inevitable. 


Watching. Waiting. Listening. Constantly observing your chest rise and fall, rise and fall. Feeling the bump, bump, bump of your pulse. Hearing beeps and whirs. A gasp here, a cough there. 

I doze, but startle awake because I’m not sure if I have missed it. 

The peaceful death should be a glorious thing. Like being able to see angels or Jesus himself come and take you home, not this quiet, sad, tear-filled watching and waiting. 

I’m not sure what to do with myself while this watch is happening. I pray. I thank God for the life that you lead. And with every gasp, my heart sinks a little more until it’s way too quiet.


Saturday, December 10, 2022

Needs to be said

 For almost 15 years of my life I was on the inner circle of my ex’s family. And just because we got divorced, does not mean that those people mean any less to me now that I’m on the outside looking in. One of the hardest things about going through a divorce is the fact that when things happen on the other side, you don’t get to be a part of it anymore. That just comes with the deal I guess, but it doesn’t mean I don’t still care. When there’s a marriage, I celebrate it. When there’s a birth, I rejoice in the new life. And when there is loss , it is felt. Deeply. It is mourned, you are mourned and missed. And still loved. And you will be remembered. 

Saturday, August 20, 2022

Take Your Bow

 




You fell for her and so did we. Two kids in high school with your heads full of dreams. Years go by of holding hands and stealing kisses. Holidays and romantic trips. You adopted her family for your own and in parallel she does the same, or so we think. She’s another daughter in our little world. 

     Suddenly, one day out of the blue, a letter, typed, not written or even signed announces that she has moved on. No discussion, no choice, as if the whole relationship was just a play she was staged in and now it’s on to the next show. While all the other players are left forgotten on the stage to clean up the mess the prima donna left behind, she doesn’t even look back. She just wipes us all away like a dry erase board and takes her bow. 

     You were looking forward while she was looking back. And at that point you realized that while you’re seeing a future filled with her and everything you two could do, she’s seeing everything she’s missing out on. You tried to lift her up but she blamed you for holding her back. 

      And what she doesn’t see is all the hearts she’s broken, the family that she left with no explanation, and the friendships she betrayed. Erasing everything from that part of her life like she was the only one  feeling. Making us disappear cancels out her hurt. She puts up a wall while the rest of us are on the other side holding memories up to the sun to see if any of it was real. A broken kaleidoscope of colored glass that no longer forms a pattern. Scrolling through photos of dressed up smiles and feeling robbed of all the time that could have been spent on someone with genuine feelings rather than a lie in a pretty face. 

      How easy it must be for you to burn your bridges and walk away, while the rest of us turn to ash in your wake. You thought you were messing with a family of pigeons, but we represent a legacy of phoenixes. And we are not staying down. 

Monday, June 27, 2022

Swing in Fog

 Still. The swing sits enshrouded by fog, alone. 

There once was a time the boy swung. There once was a time he played on it. Before his energy waned, and his muscles shrunk, he ran across the playground to sit on that swing. He laughed, he smiled, he flew. And now, the swing is still and the boy is gone.

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Death’s Anniversary

 Well, it’s that day again. The day those of us close to you dread each year. The day the bells stopped ringing, the clock stopped ticking and your beautiful heart stopped beating.


Time heals all wounds “they” say, but who are “they” anyway. The wound is always there, and every year on this hallowed day will be open and inflamed.


Like an honored athlete’s jersey, this day should be retired…to be placed in an honored spot on the wall and displayed for all to pay homage.


Oh, you will never be forgotten, far from it!  As long as this sacred anniversary comes every year, the pain will be new again and you will be in the forefront of my mind.


I love you. 

Always…Dawn

Friday, July 23, 2021

Plague




There is a silent enemy lurking in the air. Killing the weak and leaving the strong on their knees gasping for breath.  Stay at home, wash your hands, wear a mask. 


Cover your cough, don't touch your face. Sanitize.

Focus on the positive as life loops the same pattern over and over. It's ok to cry. Time is lost. 

Be there for each other, but six feet apart. No comfort, no peace. 

Passing masked faces in the store seems surreal as you mind your imaginary bubble waiting to pick out your cereal. Standing on your square of masking tape until your turn to cash out.

Tears just come. From time to time you focus on the reality, the new normal. 

Video goodbyes to loved ones exiting this world. No touching, no hugs, no comfort. 

Veiled faces don't hide the tears that cannot be wiped away. Don't touch your face. 

Stay two yards apart. 

It's ok to cry. We all are.   

-Dawn 2020

Last year was hard.


Last year was hard. 


     Covid-19 entered our world, my world, and divided us. Quarantine started for me on March 12, 2020. I started working from home after a 1-2 day notice. We were told it was a possibility we would be working from home soon, but then, WHOOSH! The world took a hard left and all of a sudden we were thrown into a whole new universe. The whole company was learning how to connect remotely from home using a laptop, improvising desks, monitors, chairs etc. I used a dresser as a desk, a rocking chair and a 19 inch TV for my 2nd monitor. Trying to make the best of a stressful situation, many of us made it fun by calling our pets and children “coworkers” and working in our pajamas. 


     I was isolated, safe. My husband is an essential worker and worked outside the home, so I didn’t even have to leave to go get groceries. Everything was brought home to me. So when I finally ventured out of the house in my cute handmade mask for the first time, I was a little embarrassed to wear it because it was foreign and felt strange. It had been a little over a month since I’d left the house. Getting out of my car, I was shell shocked! There was a line of people distanced 6 feet apart waiting to get into the store. All were wearing masks and I burst into tears thinking that this is the world we live in now. Once inside, I broke down again when I saw there were aisles marked for only one direction and limits were set on so many things. So many empty shelves and it was so overwhelming. I didn’t ease into this new reality, I was plunged into it. I saw and heard about these things, on the TV and the internet, but it wasn’t real until that day.


     The 2 week quarantine turned into a month, then two and then, until the end of the year. Now, over a year later, we are stuck in an open ended scenario that is slowly moving toward a new normal. The fun of working in our pajamas wore off and turned into, “Why bother even getting dressed?” 

     I mean, we weren’t going anywhere anyway, right? This mindset made the slippery slope down into waking up later and later, then not showering for days. There were times I stayed up late because I knew once I went to sleep, I would have to repeat the same routine over and over. Day after day. This pandemic loop. Like being stuck in the same day over and over. Except we lost time.


     I did finally adjust to this “new normal” and made myself get out of bed and get dressed everyday. I bought special pajamas for Easter and my son Tyler and I watched church outside on the patio. I began to fix up a space of my own to work in. I got ready for work in the morning. Things were looking up and I was feeling better. Then, I found out my son Seth had Covid. He was out of town and considered high risk because of his diabetes. I felt helpless. I couldn’t go to him and he was advised to stay quarantined where he was. Thank God he only had a mild case and is now fine, but C19 touched my circle and I got scared and anxious. I just wanted him home and in the safety of my bubble.

 

     Once home, he found an apartment with a friend and moved. It was kind of sudden to me and I again had a shift in my world, but we would get together again on holidays, right? My daughter, Paige, was already living on her own and working at the hospital of all places. This was another stressor that I just had to leave at the feet of Jesus. She would call me and tell me from time to time that she had likely been exposed because of a patient. My anxiety was on high alert.


     Before I knew it, another person I knew had the virus, then another and another. It felt like the walls were closing in. Then one day, my husband J was sent home from work because he was congested. He had to be tested before he could return to work even though, we knew it was his allergies. We anxiously awaited the negative result so we could tell them, “I told you so.“  However, the test was positive. Again, I was deflated. This virus infiltrated my safe place, my sanctuary. All the isolation, hand sanitizer, masks and hand washing didn’t keep this alien from invading my universe, my home and my family. I quickly got tested, negative. Then tested again days later, negative. I dodged a bullet.  We thought J was a false positive until his sense of taste and smell were affected. 

 

     Time is a blur in the era of a pandemic. A day felt like a week, and month would go by in a day. So many memories made purposefully to help keep us afloat in these strange waters that is life now. At some point during all this, my ex, father of my children, lost his house to a fire and his mother died. J’s grandmother, Noni, also died along with a couple of other close family friends.  Funerals were surreal in the time of Covid. Hugging was no longer “safe” and all the “social” distancing prevented us from comforting each other. It was a nod, a wave and sincere condolences from two yards away. People afraid to touch and mourning was awkward in an already depressing era.    


     With Thanksgiving on the way, we all quarantined so we could try to get together. But the day finally came and Seth’s roommate tested positive, but I was not going to let Covid steal another important moment! I was bound and determined to look on the bright side. Operation: Deliver Thanksgiving was in full swing. Everything was cooked and packed and ready to make the rounds to family. Bringing the holiday to them in masks and gloves, we distanced in the yard to visit for a few minutes until moving on to the next house. It was one to remember for sure. That same weekend we had to take photos in separate groups to display on the annual Christmas card. It was definitely an event to remember!


     Christmas rolled around and provided a little relief as we gathered in a small group in our home, in masks, and exchanged gifts. It wasn’t the same, but it afforded some connection. At least…


     Happy New Year 2021! This would surely be a turning point in the never ending saga that is Covid 19. Things were turning around. Finally! Things were opening, with restrictions. Vaccines were being approved and numbers of cases and deaths were starting to fall. One by one, we were vaccinated. The shot made you feel almost invincible. Regulations being lifted throughout the state.


     Today, things are not back to the old normal. They probably never will. People were lost. Hearts were broken and battles were fought. Every one of them took a toll on all of us. I will never be the same, none of us will. This pandemic has brought out the best and the worst in people. My hope in the end is that we will come out of this better somehow. I guess we will see. 

Thursday, April 02, 2020

The Window

Every morning I wait until time to open the blinds.
I welcome the sunlight through my window. 
It promises a new day. A day that will come.
A day when we will be free from our isolation.
To breathe the fresh air in the outside world.

Everyday I escape, if only in my mind 
to climb the tree outside my window and 
swing from it's branches, to and fro, to and fro.
And in that moment there are no masks, no gloves.
And no sickness lives, in that moment.

We are holding hands again, sharing a meal, a warm embrace. 
We are laughing again, playing games and cheering the home team. 

The inevitable comes, once again, at day's end.
And the cloak is pulled
to cover my escape to sanity.
And I am plunged into darkness...
     ...once again...
          ... until the sun comes up. 

On a Leash

What a fool I have become, 
listening to your honey-dipped words,
and eating them up like
manna from heaven.

I thought you were the one,
different from the others.
All men lie, all men have an excuse,
you were going to change all that.

You kept me on a leash with your lies
so that I couldn't see 
what was right in front of me,
close enough to keep your secrets hidden far from me.

Until the day one landed on my door step,
I would have never known about the wool
that was over my eyes. And the separate life 
led far away from my perfect little world.

I wonder now what the truth was
now that I've caught you in so many lies.
And if any of it was even real
at least to you.