I remember writing the D’Verse Haibun a year ago and sharing that January had always been a sad time for me. Each year I was consumed with melancholy and regarded it as a black month.
Little did I now then that 2019 would be one of the worst years of my life. In January within days of writing that Haibun, an MRI on my husband’s brain showed two tumors and he was scheduled for immediate surgery. Thankfully they were removed successfully and not cancerous, but the healing process is long, life changing and precarious. In addition to other existing health issues and the sudden appearance of new ones, we have been on a mind-altering, life changing journey to hell and back.
One year later we are in a better place but still struggling with the process. I am determined to make January a month of new beginnings, change and hope. If you choose to turn off the light, then you will live in the darkness.
Life will always change Accept it, embrace it and Never let it go
Today, for Haibun Monday, Frank Tassone at D’Verse Poets, has prompted us with ‘Memorial’ as today is Memorial Day in the US.
When I think of the armed services, the memory it invokes for me is a visit to France many years ago. My mother’s first husband was killed in the D Day invasion in Word War II and was laid to rest in Bayeux, Normandy. We went with little information other than his name and regiment but thanks to the kindness of the French we found the cemetery and his grave easily.
I will never forget the miles and miles of crosses and markers throughout the French countryside, and how many had laid down their lives or us all.
Wreaths of red poppies In honor of those who died Lest we forget them
We all wait for something every day. Whether it’s the coffee brewing or standing in line at the grocery store. It’s a way of life, and to me, it is not a big deal, but many can’t abide waiting.
I have plenty of patience and never more so than when I was pregnant. The wait of nine months was an incredible journey of learning! Each trimester having its own special identity and feeling. Then at the end is priceless and precious gift!
Although we tend to look at a transition as something in forward motion and progressing, it can also represent a backward motion. Personally I found a difficult transition was forcing myself to look back and face old demons that had been allowed to shape my life. It was only by confronting them and choosing to do things differently that I could freely transition to a better place.