Atsugi
Moderator emeritus
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2011
- Messages
- 5,921
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 12/2010
- Country
- US
- State
- FL
- City
- Orlando
No idea why I should write this. Who could possibly benefit from it?
Packing up to move, putting all Krissy's things into a few boxes.
Away go the travels, the memories, the certificates into plain brown boxes.
Tears streaming down my face while waiting for the medicine to kick in.
It used to be easy, if expensive, to stay busy all day, outside the house.
Now the packing refuses to allow me to forget, to put off the heart wrenching.
One photo sticks on the top of my mind. A detail keeps coming back.
The young medical student, simple, plain, wearing the same smile I met years later.
Always wanting to please, willing to shoulder others' pains, dedicated to caring.
Never aware of sophisticated social politics or how others' ambitions could hurt her.
Innocent through middle age, quietly accepting the world, never an unkind word.
Consistently uncomplaining even through the progressing, incurable paralysis.
Until quietly her lungs succombed; but never her spirit, though tortured for months.
That smile. My stomach aches. My lungs shake. My heart breaks.
Finally, today the tears stream down my face. That smile.
Packing up to move, putting all Krissy's things into a few boxes.
Away go the travels, the memories, the certificates into plain brown boxes.
Tears streaming down my face while waiting for the medicine to kick in.
It used to be easy, if expensive, to stay busy all day, outside the house.
Now the packing refuses to allow me to forget, to put off the heart wrenching.
One photo sticks on the top of my mind. A detail keeps coming back.
The young medical student, simple, plain, wearing the same smile I met years later.
Always wanting to please, willing to shoulder others' pains, dedicated to caring.
Never aware of sophisticated social politics or how others' ambitions could hurt her.
Innocent through middle age, quietly accepting the world, never an unkind word.
Consistently uncomplaining even through the progressing, incurable paralysis.
Until quietly her lungs succombed; but never her spirit, though tortured for months.
That smile. My stomach aches. My lungs shake. My heart breaks.
Finally, today the tears stream down my face. That smile.