Tuesday, April 07, 2009

patch of earth

He always said he wanted to be cremated. Never was sentimental or romantic about the big burial. But then a couple of weeks ago my mom turned to him and said, "I want to be buried next to you. Do you want to be buried next to me?" And he turned to her and smiled and nodded yes. I wish I could convey the importance of this simple exchange, these plans made around a patch of earth. Mostly it's about how my parent's love has caught fire in the last 6 months since my dad has been sick. It's the way he asks where she is when she's out of the room. It's how he opens his eyes when he hears her voice, how he reaches out to her when she comes around to his side of the bed. It's the way today, when the six of us were gathered around that bed talking to my father about whether he thought he could handle one more hit of chemo or whether he was ready to let go...it was the way he turned to my mother and they just looked at each other for the longest time.


Dale said...

"We can love but what we lose," said Peter Beagle.

Lisa said...

Hi honey
how are you today?
i hope well.
thinking of you, all of you.

Pamela said...

aw, that brought tears.

Jeffji said...

I teared up, too. What a beautiful vignette. It may sound goofy but it reminds me of the opening sequence in "Up," where we see the couple's life together unfold.