Crimson’s Creative Challenge #55

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Below the great oak tree 

Below the great oak tree 

I find all my dreams 

Thinking of futures  

And what it all means. 

What will I do now? 

Where will I go? 

How do I decide? 

How will I know? 

I wait for some sign 

From the man up above 

And hope that I live  

On hope, joy and love. 

I try to stay living 

In a positive way 

Although my life’s path 

Has gone quite astray.  

With my friend and my daughter 

Together we drive 

To live a life perfect 

For the ones still alive.  

Three Seconds: #Roth Poetry

So, I was reading through the various blogs that I either follow, or happen to pop up because of a linked blog, and there was a story preceding a poem about three seconds and how that can change everything. Strange but true, and now what?

I was driving along today and a song came on Pandora by Garth Brooks, “The Dance”. If you aren’t familiar with this song check it out on youtube. After I lost my husband last year I used to hear this all the time on my way to and from work and each time I heard it I cried. “I could have missed the pain, but I’d have missed the dance”. The pain of losing my husband is so bad yet I wouldn’t trade my life with him for even a second. I think about him every day and although I have a male friend, a boyfriend, it doesn’t make the pain lessen. For all those who judge, don’t worry I would take my husband back in a heartbeat if I could.

The three second story though hit me harder, because of my son. Unlike Roth Poetry, my son’s accident ended miserably. I don’t write this to make anyone feel bad. I guess I just needed to express that those three seconds for one person are so different for someone else. How can it be?

Prosery 5 – All Hallows

This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence

As I walk along I see the broken twigs across this leaf covered path. This path used to guide a dirt bike, whether through dry dirt or soft mud, winding up into the trees, circling back down, and ending at the edge of the yard.

Now the path is covered. It has not been disturbed in months. It will never be ridden through again, no dirt bike to crush the sticks and leaves underneath. This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence, that leaves a path to settle forever.

One day at a time

So many of you know that I lost my son this past summer. I will never be the same. I lost my husband last year and I wasn’t the same after that. Losing my son is so different and this first year, all the “firsts” are the hardest. His birthday is coming up. He would have been twenty. I cry everyday. I write so that I have some outlet.

I have met a few women who have lost their sons too. I constantly think about all of the parents who have lost children. Sandy Hook. Cancer. Accidents. I cannot comprehend the purpose that losing a child could possibly have. I am told that God has reasons for what happens. I believe that. If He had taken my son first, my husband would have never survived losing his son. But I continue to question, why? Why my son? Why, after just losing his father?

I have a beautiful relationship with my daughter that I cherish more than I ever knew I could. I have a wonderful partner who holds me when I cry, laughs when I do something silly, and just sits and listens to my endless jabbering or story telling. I am thankful for what I have.

I guess the hardest part of all this, besides the pain of a broken heart, is that the rest of the world continues and moves forward while you sit in agony and watch time pass by. I am still trying to live my life, I have to, there really is no other choice. But when someone asks “how are you?”, what am I really supposed to say?

Thursday Photo Prompt: #writephoto

Task: Write in any form, using the photo as inspiration for you piece.

Walking to the flames 

As I walk toward the flames 

I remember the names 

Of the people I know 

And the places I go. 

I think of the words that some people say 

To make it a good or a really bad day. 

Do I listen to them with their negative views? 

Do I compare them to politics seen on the news? 

It is all in my hand  

Which way I will stand 

To see my way through 

A day without you.  

Three Things Challenge #41:

This was my word selection today: burnished, crystal, flexible

I am thankful my mind is flexible. It has been burnished by the support around me, despite the continual chipping away by uncontrollable circumstances. These circumstances have left remnants of pain and sorrow, rather than crystals of joy and happiness.

Everyone does it differently

So back in June 2018 my husband died. It was unexpected, he had not been sick. He was given a medication to help take care of Lyme Disease and was allergic to that medication. It completely killed his liver. He died having a transplant. They got the new liver in but then he started bleeding and as they tried to stop that, his heart stopped. Three weeks with a bad liver and the rest of your body weakens.

When I had this loss in my life I was devastated. We had our usual ups and downs that every marriage has. I had told him over the twenty-one years of marriage, at least three times, that I wanted a divorce. He argued it, thankfully, and our marriage survived. The last time was the time I finally said I wanted out. He was a good man but we were like roommates, not husband and wife.

Well, Bob was not a believer in therapy. He always felt that he could solve his own problems without delving into his private life with a stranger. When I told him I wanted out he asked me what he could do to save our marriage. “Come to therapy with me this week,” was my reply. “Okay,” he said, no pause, no thought, nothing. This to me was huge. So, long story short we worked on everything, we were given homework assignments, told where we both needed to give a little.

Why do I tell this part of the story? I tell it because before he died we had the happiest year and a half of our marriage than I can ever remember! Besides having our two children, it was the best time of our lives! Then he died.

After he died I heard from a few people I knew that had lost husbands and it was so helpful. It was good to be able to say things about how I felt and they knew exactly what I was meaning to say. I honestly do not know what I would have done without two of these women, two of whom I still check in with frequently.

Jump ahead thirteen months, my son was killed in a motorcycle accident. Oh, he loved that bike. He was a careful driver just because he loved that bike so much! He had been on his way home from work and a truck pulled out in front of him. They did a tox-screen and there was nothing in his blood, he was simply heading home. He was heading to college this fall. Well, for this story I have to stop for now. It is much too painful and writing about it is not the healthiest thing for me right now. I am sure if you lost a child you can understand what I mean.

Since my son died I have met a few mothers who have also lost children. It is so sad that anybody has to deal with this. It sucks. It sucks more than losing a parent, which I did when I was 23. It sucks more than losing a spouse, which I did when I was 46.

The one thing that set me apart from these other women is how we are dealing with it. Do not get me wrong, my way is not better or worse than their way nor is one way healthier than the other. I do not even know if I can explain in words how our grieving is different, it just is. I am thankful to have met these women because they do know what it feels like, how badly it hurts.

I suppose the message I am trying to “send” or the reason I am writing this is because it helps to have someone who knows the pain. Not that I would ever want someone else to feel like this, but I suppose God has his reasons. I contemplated ever putting this out “there” because I do not want it to be a place that I come to and open a wound everytime I get here. I did this because if someone you know, or if it is you, that has lost a spouse, a parent, a child, you can come here, I know….Sadly, I know.

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Youtube: The Carpenters

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothin’ ever seems to fit
Hangin’ around
Nothin’ to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

What I’ve got they used to call the blues
Nothin’ is really wrong
Feelin’ like I don’t belong
Walkin’ around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny, but it seems that it’s the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me (the one who loves me)

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out (talk it out)
We know what it’s all about
Hangin’ around (hangin’ around)
Nothin’ to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Funny, but it seems that it’s the only thing to do (only thing to do)
Run and find the one who loves me

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it’s all about
Hangin’ around (hangin’ around)
Nothin’ to do but frown 
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Hangin’ around (hangin’ around)
Nothin’ to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get
Me down