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Monday, April 28, 2008
A year since Baba’s operation. A year since I watched, sleepless, the pale wash of colors that filtered beam-like from the AC, a vigil moist-eyed till the colors blurred to a stunning clarity. Some lessons you never forget.
I fear this time, as time seems to be slipping through my fingers more quickly these days. Taking care of my children is one thing, taking care of my mother quite another. Why is it I feel capable for one and not the other I wonder.
yes, some lessons you never forget.
ReplyDeleteSo true-some experiences remain edged in our memory forever.TC.
ReplyDeleteErr,I meant'Wedged'-or,is 'edged'the right word?
ReplyDeletei will watch over my mother next week, as i watched over my father.
ReplyDeleteto see them suddenly helpless is something we never thought would happen.
to be parent or grandparent in that role reversal is not a place we want to ever be
arunima- :)
ReplyDeleteamit- it could be wedged, as in firmly lodged. or edged in, as in somethin that sneaks into your memory- I'll take both. thank you.
quin- true. Not easy. too many things happened at the same time. You are there for her, that's what matters, right?
I fear this time, as time seems to be slipping through my fingers more quickly these days. Taking care of my children is one thing, taking care of my mother quite another. Why is it I feel capable for one and not the other I wonder.
ReplyDeleteNot easy.
ReplyDeleteThe hardest lessons last the longest.
ReplyDeleteHere's to the time we have together!