Today there was not going to be a daily prompt for me, a blog, or any sign that I was still here. One day I might not be here. My desk will remain empty, just a walking stick to show that I was my place. I would sit here day for day and write. I would write about anything that was suggested. There is always an answer to a prompt. You seek for an answer, perhaps there might even be a photo. For this particular prompt there was no photo, so I composed one myself. No, I did not compose it, because if I am missing this is how my desk looks. I like to have an empty platform, there is a place for everything.
This morning when I arose I checked my telephone, my iPad, my computer and found nothing special. There were some comments from my blogging colleagues which I acknowledged. I write a “Good Morning” blog for some time. It began as a whim, an idea, why not. We all say good morning to someone, even if it is only the pet dog or cat. It might be your other half, or just look out the window and think “good morning world”. This morning was different.
I did not have good news yesterday. My father is in an extra care home for some time. Sometimes he has good days, and sometimes they are not so good. I live on an edge but he has always been there. He celebrated his 100th birthday last September and since the beginning of this year, after a hospital stay, he has been transferred to an intense care home where he is cared for 24 hours of the day. I can be happy and satisfied. I do not live in the same country as my dad, although distances are not so far with planes. I can even wave and say hello with modern telecommunications, messenger systems.
Yesterday it was bad news. He was not responding, my nearest relatives were called, a doctor was called, there were exchanges back and forth and I was prepared for the worst. This morning I awoke with a strange feeling. My dearest friend said she would look in this morning to see how the night progressed and I was prepared for the worst. Not blogging or writing was the least of my problems but fate sometimes decides otherwise.
My dad had decided to eat some breafast, he had refused food and drink for two days. He was sitting up in his bed and I waved to him via iPhone/iPad and he waved back. He had three visitors, my friend, he ex carer from the extra care home where he lived before and her mother who still lives there. He was not alone, and for this I am thankful. He does not hear very well, but was responding with words – I even heard him say thankyou. I do not believe in miracles or anything spiritual, life takes its course, but there are some things between earth and sky that surprise us.
One day my desk will remain empty, the photo will become real, but when and how we will never know. Angloswiss Chronicles will not longer exist, or perhaps they will – who knows. There is something that determines our paths and we do not know where they lead to or why. We are left with the good feeling that the day continues as usual. It might be a mater of years, weeks, days or even hours: in the worst case minutes or seconds. The blank will arrive, the place that was occupied will no be filled, but our memories will remain of the things we shared together, of the laughs we had, and of the small words like “thankyou”.
I did not intend to write today, but life goes on with its surprises and unexpected twists and turns and my father and I are still here.
Daily Prompt: It looked like a Blank