Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Family Picture

It was the only one taken over the span of 20 years.  In the end, a mother, father and their son...


Don was unable to move much, the pole above his head given by hospice so he could be less reliant on others.  The morphine syringes in the coffee cup and dire reminder that his time on earth was quickly coming to an end.

True to himself, he still smoked (something he'd picked up long after I'd left him) and unbeknownst to others, his "medicinal pharmaceutical" was tucked away in the Marlboro box.  I did not care any more.  Anything that provided relief from his pain and suffering got a +1,000,000.... from me.

When talking with him, I saw the glimmer of mischievousness in his sparkling blue eyes.  When he talked about one of our misadventures, I saw the shininess of happiness in his smile.  For a few moments, he was just with his son, and the mother that bore him.  Peace had come.  Peace has finally come for him.

We here on earth, still entangled in complicated emotions.

3 comments:

Mi said...

Hi adoc2b,

That is precious! It was such a wise decision to go see him! The pain of losing someone you love is not easy. My prayers are with you!

Red Stethoscope said...

So sorry for your and your son's loss!

A Doc 2 Be said...

Ty to both of you... It is complicated. One minute laughing in his memory and others just angry... Emotions I'd long thought dismissed.