Mono but not Monday
This morning before breakfast I walked around our garden taking photos. There were raindrops everywhere from an overnight sprinkling. These are the Day Lilies along the driveway, leafed out but not flowering yet. I like the pattern of all the drops. The extra is the large lilac bush that is full of blossoms. I took a few sprouts from a neighbor's lilac over 20 years ago and I am so glad I did.
Ric came this morning and finished installing two flat bird feeders that hang out over the garden. From now on the shells and other scratchings of the birds will fall below instead of on our deck making it necessary to power wash the deck periodically. Ric is happy about that too as he was the one who built our deck.
Three of us met for lunch today at the Hearthfire. We are all Whatcom CC retirees and try to meet at least once a quarter to catch up on each other's news. Today we talked quite a bit about politics. We share lots of views though we aren't triplets. We tend to be left but some more than others.
I visited Arvin who was asleep when I got to Silverado. I turned on some beautiful Bach and sat and rubbed his neck and cheek while the music surrounded us. We both love Bach's music. I was talking to Arvin's older daughter yesterday and she read me a poem she had written. It was so moving I asked her if I could share it with you. She said, "sure", so here it is:
A Daughter's Lament
I find myself praying
for my Father
to die
because it would be
mercy
because I love him
and I know he would not
want to spend at least
two more years
in a wheelchair
unable to speak
unable to comprehend
adult diapered
incapable of feeding himself,
the cruelty of Alzheimer's
having robbed him of himself
except for that tiny obdurate
inviolate flame of love
at the center of his enduring
heart,
the essence of who he was,
of who he
will always be,
an ember so precious to me
that I would give it up in the flesh
to free him.
- Lynda B Chaikin May7, 2017
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