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I Sat and Pondered
I sat and pondered the things I’d like to forget. There have been some bad times - Lost love, both romantic and familial, betrayals by a few I considered close friends, and the inevitable hardships of simply living life including its numerous moments of sheer embarrassment. I contemplated which of those many examples of life’s trials I would choose to completely forget. . . Then I thought of my step dad, who passed away - and not so quietly - those several years ago, his mind stripped bare of any reasonable thought, and all his recollections, whether good or bad, reduced to the fleeting images of childhood’s ghosts. At the very end, was there even a glimmer for him of the recognition of anything at all? I was not there at his bedside, but my mother related to me the wild fear in his eyes as he choked for breath while clinging to life despite his apparent inability to even grasp one memory that would give him a reason to survive! Everything reduced to the blind biological instinct simply to breathe. . . All who were there at the end with him were praying for him just to pass quietly into the night. With all memory ripped cruelly away and still he fought to live. . . So how could I ever declare wanting to forget even an iota of anything at all in my entire life? Written 1/18/13 for Frank's Contest
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