REMEMBERING YOU AT TWILIGHT
Twilight is such a sad and lonely time of day for me. Once it was the time when we enjoyed riding our pontoon around the lake where we live, and before we arrived back home the moon would rise over the water. What a spectacular, golden glow it made in the sky, and in the water as well. Our home is in such a peaceful and beautiful spot that we didn't feel the need to travel to "be somewhere" to have a good time. We would say, "We are somewhere!" and sit on the porch, absorbing the scene before us. You could "park" the pontoon so smoothly,and we'd grab on to the pier railings so you could tie it up. The light in the den glowed through the door - welcoming us back. We were blessed.....I am so thankful for those memories.
Twilight - the gathering darkness - the ending of a day. The twilight of your life crept in on us, and we fought it for a long time. Years. Once it seemed as if we'd won. The sunshine was bright and beautiful; we could laugh again, stay away from the hospital, be "normal" once more. Then one day...just a regular old day... the call came: "It's leukemia - get to the hospital as soon as you can!" "For how long?" "30 days." Twilight was really creeping in now, and behind it the darkness.
Two years ago, you left me -- ironically at twilight on a September evening. You were so tired of hospitals, needles, blood transfusions, platelet infusions, injections, the trip to the cancer center (sometimes 5 days/week). It was football season, and you couldn't bear the sound of the TV; this broke my heart. A year after you left,the Saints won the Super Bowl. It made me so sad that you weren't here to see it. People said, "He'll see it; don't worry." I'm not sure I believe that, but it's a nice thought. Mr. Who Dat, Loyal Saints Fan for 40 Years, missed the Big One. I watched it all by myself, and wished you were here.
I visited your resting place yesterday, and brushed the recently mowed grass from your marker. Now your name and dates are clearly visible on the bronze plate. It is so hard to believe that the handsome young guy I married in 1957 has now left this earth forever - and I am here in the twilight of my life - wondering, waiting, and missing you.
Twilight - the gathering darkness - the ending of a day. The twilight of your life crept in on us, and we fought it for a long time. Years. Once it seemed as if we'd won. The sunshine was bright and beautiful; we could laugh again, stay away from the hospital, be "normal" once more. Then one day...just a regular old day... the call came: "It's leukemia - get to the hospital as soon as you can!" "For how long?" "30 days." Twilight was really creeping in now, and behind it the darkness.
Two years ago, you left me -- ironically at twilight on a September evening. You were so tired of hospitals, needles, blood transfusions, platelet infusions, injections, the trip to the cancer center (sometimes 5 days/week). It was football season, and you couldn't bear the sound of the TV; this broke my heart. A year after you left,the Saints won the Super Bowl. It made me so sad that you weren't here to see it. People said, "He'll see it; don't worry." I'm not sure I believe that, but it's a nice thought. Mr. Who Dat, Loyal Saints Fan for 40 Years, missed the Big One. I watched it all by myself, and wished you were here.
I visited your resting place yesterday, and brushed the recently mowed grass from your marker. Now your name and dates are clearly visible on the bronze plate. It is so hard to believe that the handsome young guy I married in 1957 has now left this earth forever - and I am here in the twilight of my life - wondering, waiting, and missing you.
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