Through the wire

May 9, 2018 at 9:28 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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Room 20 C View Fly wire

View with a room.

It’s 2015 and dad has days to live.

I visit his nursing home room with the garden view.

dad reports that while he didn’t sleep well, he was comforted by the spectacle of a wedge-tailed eagle.

‘Oh, I watched it for hours and hours. It was over there; way up high. Soaring, soaring … tremendous!’

I follow his pale, tremulous finger to the quadrant of sky, but see naught.

‘Look! There it is again!’

Again, nothing.

dad can’t believe me, so I crouch by the deathbed to gain his line of sight.

‘Do you see it?’

‘No, dad … I’m afraid I still can’t.’

‘But it’s just over there … ‘

I try every focus, then finally glimpse a tiny blob

in the window’s insect screen.

I rise to examine

a dead, desiccated mosquito – with wings spread.

I return to the bed and view the sky anew.

‘Can you see it now? Do you see it?’

‘Yes, dad.

I can.’


Death and taxes.

Let’s light you a candle.


 

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  1. I arrived at my dad’s nursing home one time to find him getting dressed for an outing (which was highly unusual – we couldn’t manage many outings by this stage). I asked him what he was doing and he said, ‘Oh, I thought my mother [who died in 1982] was coming over and we were going to go out together.’ A lovely, sad, lovely moment. Thanks as always for the writing, Paul.

    • Thank you, Ad, for sharing your memory. In my experience, that’s what really makes a blog. Kindest regards, P.


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