Haunted

Posted on October 31, 2012 3:53 pm under Three Word Wednesday
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My father died on Halloween, as the sky turned from dusk to dark. The lights inside continued to glow, illuminating his sallow countenance and catching the barely perceptible rise and fall of a chest drawing its last morphine-glazed breaths.

If this were a ghost tale, I would linger on the symbolism of the day. I would illustrate my story with dark forms created by wind that swirled leaves around barren trees. I would recall ominous shadows outside the window, unexplained creaks in the walls or flickers of light drifting into the sky. These would be false. He did not believe in spirits and none made their presence known that evening. The whir of machines, the soft footsteps of nurses and the muted conversation of family were the only backdrop for his exit from life.

Like my father, I do not believe in ghosts. Yet, I hear his laughter as a breeze flows through his wind chimes. I see him in the work of leathery hands that preferred action over sentiment. I feel his presence in a heart that longs to see him one more time. Another year passes. I am still haunted.

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6 Responses to “Haunted”

  1. jabblog uk Says:

    A starkly beautiful post. How do we know what is ‘beyond’?

  2. Kay L. Davies Says:

    I was the only one with my father when he died. I was dozing in a fold-down chair contraption beside his bed, half awake, half asleep, listening as he’d stop breathing, then start again, over and over. I kept waiting for his breathing to start again, and it always did, due to his strong trumpet-player’s lungs, until the time came when I waited, and waited, and waited, finally realizing he would not breathe again.
    I managed to extricate myself from the contraption so I could go tell his nurse, then phone my siblings. It was about 6am, still part of the November dark, and I had listened to him all night.
    I am so grateful to have been there.
    K

  3. Mary Ann Says:

    Very touching. The ones we love never really leave us. If we pay attention we see them in all the things we love and cherish.

  4. Sheilagh Lee Says:

    at least you were there when he breathed his last. I truly believe they watch over us.I’m so sorry for your loss

  5. Jae Rose Says:

    What a beautiful way to be haunted..Jae

  6. Belva@MainelyMugUps Says:

    This is a touching piece. I lost my mother and didn’t have the chance to be with her or to say good-bye. You were given a gift and I’m sure he is still with you in many ways.