Remembering

Forty-one years ago today, in a hospital in Chicago, my mother died.  She was 57 years old.  I was 19.  I will remember today in my thoughts and in my prayers.

On Saturday, at the first run of the summer session, a man in my running club was hit by a car and killed.  I didn’t know him well, he was just a friendly face seen the starts and the aid stations and the social events.  He seemed to be a very nice man and some of my friends are deeply mourning.  What a shock, to be so healthy and vibrant one second, and the next second dead.  The news said he ran into an intersection against the light.  I can understand only too well how that happens.  Running, although people, including myself, claim it clears the mind, also befuddles it in weird ways.  After many miles, there is what I would call a form of psychosis where perceptions of time and space are greatly altered.  God bless him.

And Rodney King.  Ever since his first appearance to the world, as a sort of stuttering shy man pleading for peace, I have had a special place in my heart for this man.  The media talk about his “demons,” that too, I understand only too well.   I feel sad for him.  God bless him too.

Sorry, didn’t mean to go there today.  I am happy that it is Monday.  And that I have a place to go.  I feel bad that last week I felt I couldn’t bear it for one more day.  It reminds me of my days of early sobriety and PMS so bad I felt I couldn’t be trusted from one moment to the next because of the most dreadful transient depression.

We get through all these things in life – sober.  Thank God I never had to drink away any of the stuff that has occurred in my life.   That is no small thing to be grateful for!

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9 Responses to Remembering

  1. Dave U says:

    Sorry about your friend.
    I hope the roller coaster levels out.

  2. Pam says:

    oh…we really need our Moms at 19.

  3. Mary LA says:

    What Pam said. I love that pic of your mother, the shirtwaister dress and the sweet expression on her face. I hope this is a good week for you.

  4. luluberoo says:

    I see some of your mother in your face. How sad/sweet at the same time.

  5. My mother, unfortunately, bore most of the burden of my father’s alcoholism. I believe that is what led to her early death.

  6. Syd says:

    Your mother looks so grand in that photo. I can see some sadness in her eyes though. Many of us put on smiles to fool others into thinking that we are okay, when in reality, we are suffering.
    I am sorry to hear about the runner being killed. Those kinds of things are so tragic. And poor Rodney King–not being able to overcome his demons.

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