April 3rd- Unexpected- Chris Ritchey

April 2, 2015 at 10:57 pm Leave a comment

Artwork Chris Ritchey

Artwork Chris Ritchey


Hard signature

Harder week than most – in fact a much harder March- I often wonder if this grief we carry and the containing of such leads to a weakening of the body’s defensive system. I am sure there are studies somewhere, all I know is your father has aged 10 years in the past five. He has suffered with his health and there have been two “touch and go times” in the past couple of years.

I can’t remember the last time I was totally happy ,at ease and laughing out loud is rare. I have managed to medicate myself when I become an emotional puddle – breathing , quickly turning from the trigger and replacing with other thoughts, running to Nikki’s to be with “the boys” . This week, as I said, was particularly hard- two birthdays in two days –
dadgavin

little boys and thoughts of bunnies , eggs and family gathering dredging up so many memories and missing .
easter bun

BUT it was the unexpected that undid me , I was beginning to now know the pitfalls, the triggers and can manage them to a point. The unexpected crashed into my life. It was innocent enough, your dad can no longer do the things he used to do. He needed help with the garden this year, his idea of growing everything in pots has left the back yard with an over growth of large pots filled with heavy dirt – he does tend to cover every space. The grape vines and Jerusalem Artichokes fight for supremacy and along with his usual cluttering

” No I can’t throw that away I might need that”

.
The snow covered a great many of his gardening sins-
houseres

As the snow melted it was obvious to even Shadow –time to get him some help- and for the first time your dad agreed.
potsres
I was looking forward to the grand tidy up. I didn’t expect my reaction , as I looked up from the den window, to see a young man not yet 17 , dressed in the uniform of the young- jeans and sweat shirt- as he helped your dad. Oh! he doesn’t look like you but the build similar to you at 17 – it was the movement – quick and assured -the luxury of being young , a smile as your dad said something to him.

AND I broke…….. since I am already fragmented, held together with a temerous thread, it just took that sight to undo all my hard work. Logically I knew what was happening , I knew it wasn’t you or anything like you, you would have been grumbling and irritated, wanting to get the largest dumpster and dump everything .

Seeing your dad once more with a young man in the garden sharing a smile , exchanging conversation – I was undone. I couldn’t stop crying the whole three hours and for most of the days since – . My efforts to get through illnesses , birthdays , holidays came to naught . It is so damned hard but I will breathe deeply and be more prepared for the next time the young man comes into the garden- at least I will know what to expect……… I love you Chris
chrwork

Advertisements

Entry filed under: Chris Ritchey, death, grief, Love, Mothers. Tags: , , , , , , , , .

When a Gorilla rocks your world The Ghost in the Pond- continued-2015

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed


Categories

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 188 other followers

April 2015
M T W T F S S
« Mar   May »
 12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
27282930