Friday, November 13, 2015

Mom, it's me...

It was my second day home and I was lying on my left side, my one arm under the pillow where my head was, the other just holding a book. My eyes were closed. I felt a presence in the room. “Fuck, this hallucinating is getting to be very bad”, I thought. I had been losing some of my sight and getting tunnel vision and my hearing has been going for a ball of shit.

I opened my one eye and saw my daughter. “Holy Mother of God, I really must get help or tell Patrick about this”, I thought. She just stood there looking at me. I pulled my arm out from under the pillow and half raised myself. Speaking very softly, I said; “Denny?” I could not say it out loud. I did not want anyone to think I had completely lost my marbles so I asked quietly. If this was a vision, I was not broadcasting it.

“Mom, it’s me. I am here…for seven whole days!”

The tears ran down my cheeks as I sobbed, both of us holding onto one another, both aware that this may be the last time we are together.