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The night stretches on

autumn

A sadness fills the old lady. She needs help, always. Into the wheelchair and out of it. Onto the bed; fed, bathed.

Her mobility almost gone. It takes an effort daily, to move. Pain has become her constant enemy. She wants to die. Yet, God tells her to wait.

She wants to go home. She pleads with God. And cries out to Mary. She turns to Jesus. Please Jesus. Take me. And she waits impatiently for Jesus.

There is no answer, she cries. She rants. Jesus, why? She screams. She pleads. Jesus, why?

She turns to me and asks me to follow. I tell her I cannot. She ask, why not? Because only God decides. This continues.

I’m emotionally exhausted. She sees the dead. She screams. Why are they here? Her eyes look beyond me. Yet, God hasn’t answered.

Out of the blue she scolds the caregiver. Then she ask to be forgiven. They hug and comfort her. They understand her pain, her fear.

She is frightened. Like a child frightened of the dark. Of death that draws nearer. This journey, she must go alone. I cannot lead or follow.

But death waits. It could be soon or not. It waits for God’s call. She calls the Father. Will He answer her?

Midnight. The witching hour. She cannot sleep. There is no sleep. She is awake and crying. Yet, she doesn’t know why. We sing hymns to her, yawning. The cats are puzzled. It’s a long way until dawn. The night stretches on.

By C.E. Pereira
(15-5-2019)

Author:

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

4 thoughts on “The night stretches on

  1. Heart touching, old age,
    I’m 75 near there, friends of my.
    Hope that no dementia for me.
    Wish that I can go,
    Peacefully like my father,
    He’s even known when he leaves,
    He talk everyone not to worry.
    But we cry, cry and cry…
    But he’s smile, still read and write,
    In his eighty

    DTQT.

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    1. Thank you for your sharing. Dementia is heart wrenching to watch and know I cannot do anything. She is suffering. I pray God will be merciful and compasionate. 😪

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