In August of 2014, I looked over the edge. Apparently, not
yet my time to jump or be pushed.
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Checking into the local hospital for an overhaul a few weeks
ago was the best thing that I’ve done for myself in a long time. A problem
identified and corrected, ready for another 20. But the pain, morphine and
Dilaudid had me drifting in and out, most of it a blur. I missed this post from
Hannah that I just found yesterday. I like it a lot…
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Hannah Gypsyon Haller
We didn't have a lot of money, but I don't remember ever
wanting anything I didn't have.
You liked my hair long when I was young, still do. When I
started to wear bracelets on my wrists you encouraged me to get more. Said they
looked cool. I made my own clothes and dreadlocked my hair, you never once said
anything negative about it. You allowed me to grow up wild and free, and
fostered my own creative process. You always had my back, no matter what and
supported me on whatever endeavor I chose, whether it be worthy or not, I felt
you in my corner. You have encouraged me to live for me, be me, and answer to
no one but myself. A strong, independent woman you must have known I'd become.
You taught me to watch the birds that fly over the water,
listen to the cicadas at sunset. Love animals like our friends and compliment
strangers. I never felt like I couldn't tell you something.
I'm here with you now, dad. Supporting you, every step of
the way.
— with Hugh Maverick Haller at Flagler Hospital St.
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