Where to today God? I am off with a thought. The old man who sat across the table from me as we picked at the Salmon steaks he learned to cook since his wife died. He prepares us french fries cooked on the stove top, something I had never seen before. And the never seen before is the Father homemaker. The man become women in the old tradition one that he married to for sixty years. Then the day, the New Year Day when she died and he became.
Where to today God? As I recall the day, August 20th; the day the husband and wife married sixty years ago. And I wonder does he remember? The brain becoming adeled with his almost 81 years of thinking, recalling, storing and retreving. And I remember his words as the tears fell down his face sitting there eating pearl onions and choking on his pain; be kind. If I had only known she would be gone I would have been so much more kind.
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