A bottle of wine, a keyboard & a tired hermit

the hermit · A bottle of wine, a keyboard & a tired hermit

Colin Moore died this day 14/02/2008

I sat there in my high backed hospital chair
Looking across at you labouring to breath
With your oxygen mask, pipes and wires
Always going back to my new book
Picked up at random from a local book shop
Something to help pass the time as I wait

I wait for you to find the peace that you had lost
Slipping away bit by bit from the world
A world that you had grown tired off
Doing the same old things day by day
Losing what gave your days meaning
Taking away the person that pushed you

You lost it all when Mother slipped away
Slipping away as a blood vessel failed
During a routine antibiotic infusion
She was never really a well lady
However she was the spark in your life
Once that spark went out, so did yours

A life of smoking your un-tipped cigarettes
Has gone and caught up with your body
As you lay there struggling for breath
As your final spark slips away into another world
You are at last flying away too the one that you loved
I still sit there watching you and reading

I know that you have gone away
Gone away to a place of peace
A place free from the pain of life
A place free of the cancer you had
A cancer that you knew would come
However you were beyond caring

I continued to read my new book
I finished the chapter and walked to you
I reached up and close your eyes
Walked back to my comfortable chair
I rang too to pass on your demise
Then went back too my book

In comes one of the nurses to check on you
Has her been gone long they ask?
Only a few minutes I reply
More nurses come and check you over
Asking me if I am all right, do I need anyone?
I have informed those that need informing

It was a random book about a man
A man who was searching for something
Something better, something in his dreams
A life of being somewhere else
Something that was just beyond reach
So off he went looking and searching

He went to a far off land and searched
And found that what he searched for
Was right back where he started out from?
A bit like Dad really, he went travelling
He went to Austria in his national service
He became a ski instructor for the military police

He always wanted the military life back again
So he joined the civilian police and played rugby
He lost both of those things after an accident
He always wanted those good times back
He was married to the love of his life
However, she was not a well woman

He spent the rest of his life looking after her
He did this well and his love was always there
However, she slipped away from him
He so wanted her back, but it was not to be
So he slipped into himself and let life go by
But now he is gone, gone back to his love

And the book that was picked up at random
The book that ran a life full circle
It’s a good book, or so I think
It filled those long painful, waiting hours
And told of life’s dissatisfactions
The Alchemist, By Paulo Coelho

Sage/Debs

Hermie...my dear Hermit...I remember that week..your waiting, so patient so full of emotion doing a son's duty sparing with a life times emotion during that vigil...we became friends then I think.
Losing a parent is hard, be they a good one or no, still a mum or a dad. I've read that book...interesting it was the one you chose when he passed to his beloved..now they dance and smile.
Bittersweet day, this, I know, a day of love and passion and gifts for others...but...Hermie....when you told me of his passing last year...remember? I said what a Valentine for them both to be reunited....hearts and flowers and music to dance by all the rest of their lives together beyond.

I do love you my friend, feel my warm hugs on this bittersweet of days and recieve the healing, for you, I send, that we send, to make you well again in all ways. Thank you for sharing..I know I feel honored...I bet we all do. Sit in the center of our love and let it fill you this day, let Rowan hold you close now and then, kiss her sweet cheek, Sage

Sulis

woodnldy

My heart is with you Hermie, Thank You for sharing. q13

All my Love and Blessings
Cheryl

horsefeathers

Oh Hermie - q13

the hermit

Thanks for all the comments
I don't know how I was feeling as I typed away
I was mellow and relaxed
The wine was flowing a little too fast
(I was a nice wine)
And I became a little arty
Not like me at all
It was the last three hours of my Dad
Crammed into a few words

I think that I might share them with my brothers

hermie

Sage/Debs

Aye, I think that's a fine thing. When fingers speak it's best to just let em fly, oftimes the best words come from them. q13

BooBoo