20th December 2011
Dear Cassi,
A picture of my mother as she would want to be remembered. |
Today I lit a candle in memory of my
mother’s death. I observe the anniversary by the lunar calendar so the date
changes every year, but the feeling is the same. I spent much of my day baking
corn bread for a mental health group,
and I know that my mother would have thought that a fitting tribute. If there
is one thing she loved it was to bake and share her baking with the world.
I would think it wrong to dwell like this,
but I’ll give myself a few moments. The sun has set and the waxing darkness
fits my mood as I sit in the dim light. This is a time for celebration for most,
but the air is cold and there is no light labor for a winter.
In this a modern time there is no true
season to that strange human animal and we spend our time wondering if
retirement will come before our bodies give out. They say youth is wasted on
the young, but who does the wasting? I spend my youth in hard labors and will
spend my middle age there with little but the dirt on my hands and the
perspiration on my cheeks to show for my works.
It is winter for us, Cassi, and the year is
born in that winter. So let us hope that spring is all the things they speak of
in its warm blossoms. How I would love to fall on to the warm grass and sit
sleeping in the sun for a time. I feel as if my body is made of bedrock and
carrying that stone has grown so hard.
The will to move on is all I have left to
me in this dark place, but it burns like the fires of a great boiler driving me
on against the hard currents. One day I will find what I journey for in this
cold world. One day I will see the warmth that I once knew blossom again and grow.
Often folk look back and see better times.
“The good old days” are things that live in camp stories. If things were always
so much better in the past then why do we live for change? I know that things
look better as you leave them, that the world of the past looks better than you
know, but my honest finding is the future is the only place I have to go.
Stay safe, Cassi.
Richard Leland Neal
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