On Earth. . . 1954-1985

 

 

 

 When David Died . . . . 

I say that David took the hands off my clocks.
 It was the greatest gift he could give me.
I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand.
No time for this, hurry for that.  Do this now, do that before.
I hate it.  With a passion.

I want to immerse myself in time and swim in it.
Feel it around me yielding and yet holding me up.
I want to feel the eternity of it and
I want to see my house and yard
at different times under the sun. 
To be able to say that in the morning
this is precisely how they look.
I want the information stored in my Memory Bank
for those times when I feel bereft.

I want to see the moon rise and give way to the sun. 
I want to see the rainbow
around the moon and say again,
we are in for a big snow.
I need to revel in the mundane task
of shaking out the kitchen rugs
on the back porch and feel the cold boards
beneath my slippers and the cold air
stealing beneath my clothes.
I want to keep looking at the moon with a glance,
because no farmer stares at the moon too long
and say hello David.

And when I feel very homesick, I will again
as I have in the past, take my coffee
out on the porch and sit beneath the midnight sky 
with the stars daring me to look up
and identify them and again

 revel in this multifaceted existence called Life.

 

How  fortunate I have been in this magnificent time in being a parent, a mother.  David was one of three brothers, my best teachers.  To have had them sitting at our table for those years we could claim them made us rich.  We were blessed to have David in our lives for 31 years.  It would have been a tragedy to us not to have had him.  And for those who knew him . . . there is not a day that he is not thought of. 

He is blessed assurance that life is everlasting.   That . . . we know.                 

8 Responses to On Earth. . . 1954-1985

  1. Mark Tortoriello February 1, 2022 at 9:25 am #

    I just love this! I always remember David watching MTV music videos with us. One day we’ll meet again.

  2. Veronica Hallissey February 1, 2022 at 12:36 pm #

    email from Jody . . . . Wow – your heart is so full of good words!
    Love you dear aunt of mine,
    Jody

  3. Veronica Hallissey February 1, 2022 at 12:47 pm #

    Email from Suzanne. . .

    This broke my heart in two. The simple steps of living a life, of being a human, split in two with no warning. How do we keep breathing, seeing, moving…and yet, we do.
    I’m sorry for your sorrow.
    Suzanne

  4. Veronica Hallissey February 1, 2022 at 12:57 pm #

    email from Lisa. . . Hi Ronnie!
    I just read your email remembering David. It was beautiful! Of course I was then prompted to read more of your writings. It always makes me feel like I’m in the room talking to you. I miss you very much! I hope you are well!

  5. John Holmes February 1, 2022 at 11:23 pm #

    A beautiful tribute to David. He is forever young in our hearts. I wonder where his travels take him?

  6. Veronica Hallissey February 1, 2022 at 11:51 pm #

    email from Mark J. . . .
    Wonderful thoughts as always. One of the primary reasons I embarked on my current career at age 31 was seeing how many lives David touched in so many positive ways during the time he was here. I wanted to find a career that would allow me to do that. My interactions with him, during which he revealed his thoughts, opinions, knowledge and beliefs continue to inform my life. thinking of you today, with love, Mark

  7. maria wulf February 2, 2022 at 9:53 am #

    David sounds like a remarkable person Veronica. Your words about him and his time here are reassuring and affirming. I can feel your grief and love of life at the same time.

  8. Catherine Copp February 7, 2022 at 7:20 am #

    Veronica,
    Thank you for your lovely words and images. I am one of the many deeply touched by David. I sense his imprint on my life each day. Safe travels, my dear friend. With love, Catherine

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