by George Bilgere When Odysseus finally does get home he is understandably upset about the suitors, who have been mooching off his wife for twenty years, drinking his wine, eating his mutton, etc. In a similar situation today he would seek legal counsel. But those were different times. With the help of his son Telemachus he slaughters roughly one hundred and ten suitors and quite a number of young ladies, although in view of their behavior I use the term loosely. Rivers of blood course across the palace floor. I too have come home in a bad mood. Yesterday, for instance, after the department meeting, when I ended up losing my choice parking spot behind the library to the new provost. I slammed the door. I threw down my book bag in this particular way I have perfected over the years that lets my wife understand the contempt I have for my enemies, which is prodigious. And then with great skill she built a gin and tonic that would have pleased the very gods, and with epic patience she list...
Oh, but your poetic heart shines through to soothe this kind of heartache. I will be thinking of him/mom/you, and praying he will pull through and see the miracle of his life.
ReplyDeleteHope you can get a much needed break this weekend. xo
Amen. It's because of Angels such as you that these tragic circumstances that unfold in the lives of our loved ones find solace. Thank you for all that you do.
ReplyDeleteI can't think of anything sadder, really, than this situation--for everyone: the profound and persistent sorrow that would make someone want to take his or her own life as the only answer, then that of those who struggle to understand that motive in its aftermath. Guilt, shame, sadness, anger--all those emotions ripple out and turn into waves that threaten to drown them all. Your compassion and presence will be long remembered, I know.
ReplyDeleteSometimes this work is truly heartbreaking. Wishing you peace sister nurse.
ReplyDeleteI echo that which has already been said.
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