Saturday, May 11, 2024

Mother's Day

Since my Mom passed, Mother's Day is very different than it had been in the years prior. We always met up, did dinner, drinks, gifts. Even when I spent time away from the house, I made it a point to get her something for the house or for herself or a funny card. When this weekend comes around, now, I think a lot about what I would say to her if she were still here. While we can act like it might be some common conversation to discuss daily things and what not, if you lost a loved one and there is a chance to speak to them one more time, I reckon all you're going to do is tell them how much you love them, hug them, kiss them, and just tell them how much they meant to you. My mom was loved, but we often times, in our present, we just get so caught up in other things, we dont really digest the love someone gives to us. Whether it's over months, days, years, decades. I don't have any children, so I don't know the love a parent has for a child; but I have been around kids my entire life. The older brother of four sisters. For many years, from 0-10, it was really just me and my mom. Dad worked a lot. Mom ran the house. I have memories here and there from that age, but I never really asked her, how happy was she to be my mom during those years. Like of course I know she was happy as a new mom. I just wonder what she thought about those days and nights, the different places she was with my dad to raise me, the places she took me, the food she fed me, the tub time the sink at Saybrook Ave in Southwest Philly, the times down the shore at her own parents trailer. Part of me always thinks her and her sister and her mom, her brother and her dad are all there....their Camelot. To all you mothers out there, happy Mother's Day. You make the world move. I miss my mom dearly. She cared about me, but she also cared about many people I cared about and showed those people how much she cared. 

Bob

Monday, April 15, 2024

Exhale

I left the gym and started driving. The cold morning air hit me in the face. It took me back to a few times. Times that are stamped on my mind. We turned the corner of your street and started walking toward town. We would laugh and times were simple. We were alone and the town was still asleep. I don’t ever see anyone but the two of us, the trees, the water, my breath and the heat coming off your face. A cherubic face staring into the cold. It’s sunny out during my memories of these days. It’s always sunny and never gray. The memory of the purity of it all. Lives cross paths of time and space and become connected and disconnected. A chance encounter. Oh. I’ve had a few. I don’t know why the wintertime holds a special place. I think it has something to do with the eyes of the soul and seeing into a person. I can also remember the sadness that was there. The fall was also beautiful. We went through it a few times. One here, one there. I sit in those moments some times. The places have not changed but the people have. I’ve gone back to one place, but not the other for a very long time. Both have spots on my soul.  The darkness do reality does not dim the bright light that did shine during many times. Alas, winter changed to spring, things changed, we changed, and the light dimmed….to blaze again in some other place, in some other hearts. 




Friday, December 29, 2023

Awake

I thank you God or whoever controls the dreams. 

You gave me a glimpse, although imperfect, vivid. 

It was color you have never ever shown me. 

A tortured soul living in the past of regret. 


There were some bright moments that caught me by surprise. 


It wasn’t the me from the past, it was the me from today. 


It wasn’t her from our past, it was her from today. 


I can paint the dream, if I could paint. 


I want to write the storyline and remember it.


I’ve never dreamed so hard. 


I woke up thankful Lord. You were trying to tell me something. 


Something I just don’t understand. 


For the life of me, it was all about chasing her, chasing happiness. 


I told you I was grateful Lord. 


I am grateful for her, although she is not in my life in the physical sense; why does she haunt my dreams almost 30 years later. I laugh. As if I have any control…


I smiled at the dream. You never hear anything in the dream. You just see and act. It was dramatic…the same ways it had been dramatic. Life. 


You may have told me all that I am allowed to know….

And that is okay Lord….

At least I have the dream…

I never stopped loving her.

Monday, October 23, 2023

Replay

I can replay it. A distant memory. A time in space. The quiet moments between four walls. The times I was excited. The times I was scared. The times I was sad. The times….the times I thought it was my last time of life. Emotions making me motionless. My lack of emotions making me seem emotionless only to replay down the road to bring about emotions. The cold air that hit our faces when we walked outside. The salt air on my lips, the city air in my lungs. Your family’s cabin and the fresh water. The path along the cliff. I floated through time set inside a reality that collapsed in front of my face. I can take myself to any place in my mind, I can take that part of my heart and remember. Across the table from you, sharing a meal and the unknown. I’m in the middle of a place I couldn’t find on a map. I’m across the ocean I can still see you. I’m forever sailing toward an unknown destination. I lost who I was at some point, I could see him in the distance, a former mirage where impurity poisoned a dream. My mind forgot the most important things; my heart overpowered. I can still replay the moments I cared. I can still replay the moments. You can as well. You’re never far from the thoughts that only stop when you’re heart stops. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Remember what is most important and keep it close. Remember what was most important and wish them well. Be thankful you got the chance to have the moments….there are many who live their whole lives and never feel what you felt. If only it was forever, it would’ve been too perfect. That is not reality. Even shooting stars go in different directions…..only to dull in brightness but reach their destination. 

Sunday, September 10, 2023

Tomorrow is September 11th...

I always remember where I was, who I was with, I was 200 miles from ground zero. While I miss my Mom, this is not a memory I would want to relive. Not for 100 days with her. I am not that selfish as to cause so much more hurt. That day still gives me chills. That day still hurts. That day is a day I remembered, with my mother, who is gone now. The only thing I would do if I had that day back was to look at my parents, hug them deeply, tell them how thankful I am for both of them and how grateful I am for my life and their love. Thirty mins in New York City on September 11th, 2001.......ended so many lives.....and changed so many more for the next 20....30...40...100 years. Never forget. Bob

You can read my post here...

9/11/01

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Been a minute...

Been a minute since I wrote on here. April to be exact. Haven't been working since around that time and enjoying this time off. Life is so short, flies by so fast. Amazing what perspective you can get on things when you stop being caught up in that 9 to 5. Haven't done much this summer. Well, didn't travel much, but that's okay. Got to the pools with my nephews and niece, lots of good time to see my sisters and enjoy being back "home"....for now. Lots of thoughts arrive in August about mom. The summer winding down, flip flops worn down, the time I didn't really get to spend at the shore, the missed plans or opportunities. Think just setting my sights on 50 being somewhere near the water. Lots of busy-ness around the old stomping grounds, but it's been good to explore a little. I think curiosity about life, what it holds, for me it helps keep me going down the road. Granted didn't see as many friends as I would've liked to see, lives change, people change, people move on, people stay. Maybe see what some other areas have going on next summer. I definitely got in a ton of pools this summer. haha. Enjoyed watching the Phils from home more than the park this year. A calm. Health and peace, so important as we age. Some ups and downs, as is life. Looking to be curious again....




Sunday, April 30, 2023

I saw you

It started with broken glass. 

I saw an open seat. 

I saw my future in you. 

I saw myself in you.

We laughed. We talked about pain.

We touched. 

We talked about the past.


I wanted more. 


You got pulled away. 


I could grip your scent. 


We talked about the rough times. 


I touched your knee.


You grabbed your side. 


I asked. 


You answered.


Your smile. Your lips. 


It brought me to life. 


My heart started beating again. 


I am alive again.