FINDING The THREAD

 

 

FINDING THE THREAD

 

In memory,

a THREAD begins to reveal itself.

Ahead are endless, unplanned days.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“You have to have a plan,” I told everyone.

But where is my plan?

If I could see ahead just a little,

maybe I could unravel the thread.

Walking into the spare bedroom this morning

to raise the shades,

the view turned from dark

to sunshine.

A scene exploded in memory.

I could see my father lying on the bed we borrowed

from Hospice.

We’d moved the regular bed from the room.

I wanted his last days

to be spent with a view of our peaceful world;

the trees,

our flock of sheep,

the horses in the pasture.

As long as he was able,

he rested on his side

watching them.

I hope he loved the quiet scene.

Fall yard

The Lord is my Shepherd…

He makes me to lay down in green pastures. 

He restores my soul”.

I hope my Father’s soul was restored.

He knew what he was facing.

He wouldn’t talk to us about it;

 his way of dealing

with the impending transition.

We visited with Dad,

as did many friends,

in those last few days.

We could only face the situation

by continuing our daily routines.

He did his best

to honor our game.

 

Dad didn’t retire

until the age of sixty-nine.

It seemed like a grand old age in those years.

Now it seems rather young to me.

He always had a plan,

a routine,

an interest, and a goal.

He was disciplined,

determined,

loving and reliable,

 committed to his family.

What about me?

There are many questions,

 not many answers.

I want my life to count for something.

 Have I stopped counting?

What will happen to the generations

who have not had the parenting or the communities

in which my generation was privileged to live?

What happens in the single parent family

when the parental balance

does not exist?

What happens to the marriage,

with no plans for commitment? I believe we have the answer to that question.

What happens to adults who weren’t raised

with a Dad and Mother like mine who encouraged us?

The last two generations have given us a preview.

 

The media has become the parent of many young people today.

Is the media making their moral judgments? Is it making our moral judgments?

Everyone is doing it, so why shouldn’t I?

Blame can always be affixed to someone,

somewhere,

somehow.

By what moral standards does this new generation make its’ decisions?

 

There is a new intensity in my nightly prayers.

 He is much closer.

 

 My time to see Him face to face

is much nearer than before.

I see THE THREAD

 

 

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Photography By Mary Anne Tuck

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About maryannetuck

The future is right ahead of me. At the age of 83, all new projects are interesting and old memories and friends of the past are with me every day. I love to share my thoughts along with my comments of this day and these times. Photography is my hobby. The world view is everywhere I look in the north woods of Michigan. Let's get together for a visit!