Wednesday - The Mother

[ninanevermore]

Today on the drive in to work, sitting at the stoplight, I watched the Ferris Wheel moving it's slow graceful arc against the backdrop of a clear blue autumn sky. The Carney was watching it, too, and had his back to me.

A group of children were playing by the fence, about 10 or 15 feet from the exit gate. My window was down, and I could hear them laughing.

I looked at the children carefully, to make sure that I didn't know any of them. They were laughing and happy, but the fact that they were standing by that fence meant that somewhere the lives of their parents were crumbing in around them as they tried to understand and grasp that they were gone. Somewhere, a mother was whispering the word "no" over and over into the shoulder of of someone else who held her tightly and responded with an "I'm sorry" each time she said it.

Some shoes are too painful to walk in, or to even imagine walking in. As I drove away, I said a little prayer for her, whoever she is, where ever she may be.

Comments

Go ahead and tell me I'm dumb

[shaddup.livejournal.com]

Okay, so tell me if I have this right.....is the Ferris Wheel you always talk about, is that symbolizing death? I feel like there is something HUGE I'm missing about your entries, which of course, you don't have to explain, but it would make my reading of them that much easier.

Re: Go ahead and tell me I'm dumb

[noblwish.livejournal.com]

If I remember correctly, the Ferris Wheel is the Wheel of Life. The Carney is the Angel of Death -- neither evil nor good, just doing his job.

Re: Go ahead and tell me I'm dumb

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Nah, you're not dumb.

The wheel is life. When it stops, that's death. It's all Surreal (hence the name of the journal, Surreality Bites). Actual deaths of actual people I know are sometimes recorded here (when you get a detailed account of a person exiting the ride), but some of these are just surreal ramblings and musings, like today.

Occasionally, real events from my life make it in, like me running out of gas the other week or the day I was haunted by the fire ants I killed one morning (the welts on my foot are still healing up from those little bastards). Some entries are a combination of real and surreal events, as I see fit.

Hope this helps. :)

Go ahead and tell me I'm disconnected

[noblwish.livejournal.com]

Is there some newsworthy event to which you are referring?

This is what I get for TIVO-ing all my shows and never watching the news.

Re: Go ahead and tell me I'm disconnected

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Just life, and death, in general. Read the paper tomorrow, someone will have lost some kids, somewhere.

And there is another death coming in the upcoming months, another funeral for me to attend (or miss). Can't say whose.

Re: Go ahead and tell me I'm disconnected

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Oh, but you are a little bit disconnected sometimes. I won't argue there. ^_^