Trancey
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I don't understand.
Deterioration of a soul so alive
Eating away the very breath that gave me life
Why give this to a person so sweet
Why give this to a person that so many love
It doesn't make any sense
Life is so precious
So easily destroyed for some yet so hard to end for others
People who cherish life get it taken away from them so quickly
It's the people that want to die that seem to last forever.
Why can't it be me?
Why can't I be the one slowly sinking into the darkness?
Seeping deep into the oblivion of death?
So slow, so painful, so secretly making it's way, taking over her body.
Why her?
Why my mother?
She's done so much.
Given to so many people and taken nothing in return.
Soon I might have nothing but memories.
But how soon will those fade?
Pictures. She hated being in front of the camera. She'd put things in her place. Her purse or scarf. Only things in the background to remind us that she was there at all. Everyone grouped around an empty chair representing where she would've sat.
Smells. The sweet smell of vanilla, or the strong scent of the perfume that I always complain of. The fragrances of her garden, mainly, her orchids. She got so excited when a new person came to the apartment. She'd have them guess what her favorite orchid resembled. Though no one could ever figure it out, I'd whisper what it was in their ear.
"Chocolate?," they'd say.
Her face immediately would light up like a candle. A huge smile, her eyes got real wide. You can't help but to get excited with her.
Not a whole lot of memories of when I was younger. I think I've blocked most of them out. A few of them still linger however. She used to make these hilariously rediculous faces behind my fathers back when he was scolding me to keep me from crying. The same faces she'd make when I was on stage for a beauty pageant to remind me to smile.
There's so many things that would take pages and pages to write. So a few more words I'll leave you with,
She'd do anything in her power to make my brothers and I happy. She still does, but now it's my turn. To take care of her, and make the rest of her time here as happy and as pleasing to her as I can possibly make it.
I know I'm not the first to go through this,
and unfortunately I know I will not be the last.
But you never realize what you've got until it's almost gone.
I only wish I would've realized it much much sooner.
So stop and think about what you still have and know that it could be ripped right out of your hands in moments.
Some people will have and keep but some have and loose way too soon.
~To explain, my mother was just diagnosed with two different forms of cancer. Some of my thoughts may be a bit unclear but please keep my mother and the rest of my family in your heart, whether it be your thoughts or in your prayers.
I know there is a cure out there somewhere but cancer has taken away too many of the people dear to me and so many others. I just pray that they get it before it gets her.
[ 18 June 2002: Message edited by: tranceaddiKt ]
Deterioration of a soul so alive
Eating away the very breath that gave me life
Why give this to a person so sweet
Why give this to a person that so many love
It doesn't make any sense
Life is so precious
So easily destroyed for some yet so hard to end for others
People who cherish life get it taken away from them so quickly
It's the people that want to die that seem to last forever.
Why can't it be me?
Why can't I be the one slowly sinking into the darkness?
Seeping deep into the oblivion of death?
So slow, so painful, so secretly making it's way, taking over her body.
Why her?
Why my mother?
She's done so much.
Given to so many people and taken nothing in return.
Soon I might have nothing but memories.
But how soon will those fade?
Pictures. She hated being in front of the camera. She'd put things in her place. Her purse or scarf. Only things in the background to remind us that she was there at all. Everyone grouped around an empty chair representing where she would've sat.
Smells. The sweet smell of vanilla, or the strong scent of the perfume that I always complain of. The fragrances of her garden, mainly, her orchids. She got so excited when a new person came to the apartment. She'd have them guess what her favorite orchid resembled. Though no one could ever figure it out, I'd whisper what it was in their ear.
"Chocolate?," they'd say.
Her face immediately would light up like a candle. A huge smile, her eyes got real wide. You can't help but to get excited with her.
Not a whole lot of memories of when I was younger. I think I've blocked most of them out. A few of them still linger however. She used to make these hilariously rediculous faces behind my fathers back when he was scolding me to keep me from crying. The same faces she'd make when I was on stage for a beauty pageant to remind me to smile.
There's so many things that would take pages and pages to write. So a few more words I'll leave you with,
She'd do anything in her power to make my brothers and I happy. She still does, but now it's my turn. To take care of her, and make the rest of her time here as happy and as pleasing to her as I can possibly make it.
I know I'm not the first to go through this,
and unfortunately I know I will not be the last.
But you never realize what you've got until it's almost gone.
I only wish I would've realized it much much sooner.
So stop and think about what you still have and know that it could be ripped right out of your hands in moments.
Some people will have and keep but some have and loose way too soon.
~To explain, my mother was just diagnosed with two different forms of cancer. Some of my thoughts may be a bit unclear but please keep my mother and the rest of my family in your heart, whether it be your thoughts or in your prayers.
I know there is a cure out there somewhere but cancer has taken away too many of the people dear to me and so many others. I just pray that they get it before it gets her.
[ 18 June 2002: Message edited by: tranceaddiKt ]

you all.