Friday, December 5, 2014

it is overcoming

It's the doorway, a four inch rise from the outside to the inside of his home.

It's his right side that he supports with his left and a walker.

It's just a small problem, a mathematical one about distance and weight and angle and strength.

It's a pause, a space to consider.

It can't be done, first he figures. Then

it is something we watch in silence as

it becomes one more thing he conquers by adding and subtracting and multiplying and dividing.



It is the question, "Where are you going?"

It's the answer, "I don't know."

It's her plan to direct him to his chair.

It's his doubt met by her reassurance that

it's just a small problem, a mathematical one about distance and weight and angle and strength.

It's a pause, a space to consider.

It can't be done, first he figures. Then

it is something we watch in silence as

it becomes one more thing he does by adding and subtracting and multiplying and dividing.



It is exhaustion.

It is injury.

It is pain.

It is without applause.

It is expected.

It is everyday you will get stronger and soon these problems won't be problems any longer.

It is, on some days, simply called living.




This is being grateful for the example my Dad is currently and has always set. And my Mom, lest we forget the woman who if she didn't have her hands full of us could most likely heal the entire world. Sorry, world.

2 comments:

grannie said...

so glad that he is home. and he will overcome. he always has. and your mom is an angel. he and she have helped so many. things will get better, just take a long time. but he can do it. i know my brother. love and prayers sent your way for everyone.

Shea Goff said...

Yep. It's all good. He was always good at math. ;)
And yep. Mom is an angel. Otherwise she would've already killed every last one of us. Thank you for the love and prayers. Back at ya'!