Marathon Morning
Well, this is not easy to write about, because mama doesn’t have any illusions about past or future lives that one might live, preferring to try to be in the present and see what that’s all about since figuring it out is pretty challenging anyway, but mama and papa were out watching a marathon this morning that takes place here in the autumn, and hundreds of people start in the centre ville and then run long the beach on their first leg (so to speak).
Mama’s brother used to run marathons. His time was just over 4 hours.
Many years ago, he was to run again in the Monterey marathon, but one week before, he had a small but disabling stroke and was told that if he had run…well, he recovered but did not run again.
But this particular morning, mama was leaning on a railing, alone with only papa next to her on her left, watching the mass of runners go past on the beach below, and she felt someone brush her right elbow and it startled her so much that she tuned around to see what it was.
But there was no one near.
Very interesting…maybe a sign from her brother?
Well, when there is such a trauma, one’s brain and body do funny things. It was a nice ‘touch’, real or imagined.
Sometimes there’s no need for words or explanations. Sometimes these things happen and they stay part of us.
Just like all those we loved who came before.
Always with us
Luff
Mungo
Jet
Well, it’s true. And know you two are out there somewhere and I think of you having your nice life together…
Oh, I know,that feeling. I truly believe that very close ones, when they depart, if they had not actually had a chance to say goodbye, will definitely hang out in our atmosphere giving small signs – mostly to indicate that they are fine, but also to make sure that you are handling things ..
Not the same, but we had very good friend, a famous German choreographer, dancer and actor .. I saw one of his films once, through the American Film archives, he out Chaplined Chaplin, sorry I digress. His name was Ginny Matra, he came to NY before WWII and worked for MGM and, I think, NBC. One of the four.
He had adopted a cat, who when he became bedridden, crawled under his bed and stayed with him – did not appear to eat any food or water or milk that was placed under the bed for him, until after he passed.
I received the cat as a permanent house guest – and on the day he was dropped off, a hot hot day, I brought him into my kitchen, I had food and milk mixed with half and half on the floor. I padded the top of his feet with some butter, as my Dear Old Mum always told me, and then went back to sit on the floor and allow him to adjust.
All too true – suddenly, a freezing cold wind whipped around my kitchen, I became alarmed and looked around – the cat “Chopper” froze mid bight, looked around, and bounded onto my lap. Continuously looking around (the both of us, I hugged him close, which I think he appreciated. until, finally, the cold wind dissipated – and we were left in each others arms ..
I knwew it was Ginny checking up if Chopper was OK – satisfied, he then disappeared never to re-appear to us, well, OK, to me anyway.
Hugs Lou Lou, thanks for sharing this very important interlude between you Mama and you Uncle. Hugs Ros
Oh, Ros, I hope so much we meet someday and thank you for that lovely story! Ginny Matra..I’ll have to look him up. But that kitty was lucky to have been a visitor if only for a little while. And THANK you for the butter thing!!! Should mama do that to ME?