Not There.

Last week when Bear had surgery, I steeled myself. I just can’t go to that mysterious there sometimes. There is weakness, there is statistics and there is my grief, ready as a wet woolen blanket to be thrown back on all over.

When he was wheeled away on the almost comically over-sized hospital bed, I swallowed the lump back and turned away. NO.

When the nurse came to say he was in surgery, I nodded clinically. No.

I won’t think of the hum of the machines. I won’t think of the bright light shining down on him. I won’t think of the scalpel being passed into the hands of the young man who is Bear’s doctor. I won’t. I can’t.

He will be fine. He IS fine. Breathe in, breathe out.

Family is there, like living crutches watching my face, waiting to move. and I smile. Because I’m fine as long as I’m not there.

I am ever broken, an unfinished song and missing some part of myself perpetually.

 

I’m always looking, always longing, always looking to fill myself with something.

 

 

 

and never alone.

 

  • http://www.RobynsOnlineWorld.com Robyn’s Online World

    {{{HUGS}}}

  • Emily @ The Pilot’s Wife

    So glad it went well friend!

  • http://TheBusyNothings.com Heidi

    thanks Emily!!!