There are those moments, those frozen in time moments, that one does not forget.
I again picked up my mess because one of the women poets, Katy, was to stop by mid day. Then for a while I alternated working in Photoshop with the roses and working in word trying to save some of Marion B’s magic to my hard drive.
She drove all the way here just to look at my manuscript, and, after she said it looked good, she asked why I was taking Marion’s OD diary down.
“Because Marion asked me to “close it”,” I had to reply. It hurts to do this, and rereading her pieces they seem even better than I remembered. I hear her voice in my ear as I read the work….tho I didn’t tell Katy that. “I’ve asked the DM to insert a piece about Marion’s death in the OD News column, repeatedly, but I have not heard back. I wrote again yesterday,” I told her.
“I’ll let the writers group know so they can come one last time to view it,” she told me.
So I will leave it up another few weeks.
As I was finishing the top rose, Bee called. The results of Mikey’s latest scan are not good. The cancer has spread to his bones, and though they will treat it aggressively with chemotherapy, he has only a year to live. Bee and I cried together, and I was still crying when the Geezer got home.
It was Cruise Sale day at AAA…we use their travel agency. So off we rushed, my eyes still red and my soul still dark, to book a Christmas Cruise on the Oosterdam into the Sea of Cortez. Dinner out to celebrate left my carefully crafted leftovers for tonight instead. I think despite a three day stay in the refrigerator it should be ok. I slept terribly with my mind full of the Geezers sixteen hour days and Mikey’s impending struggle.