Sunday, September 9, 2012
Graveyard - written by Davy Rasmussen
I received a letter from a friend that has been in and out of my life for many years. We have one of those relationships that had a few bumpy roads in the beginning, back in my early childhood. Some of those bumps caused us to part, actually for quite some time. Somehow the trails seem to always bring us back together. Even though many years pass in between these crossings, each time we find ourselves in each other's life, my friend always feels like it is necessary to bring up the bumps. It's like he's caught in the past and has to relive it each time we come together. The truth is.... I've completely forgotten the details of those days and even if I could recall them perfectly, I know they are from the perspective of my mind in that early age of live and really aren't even relevant at all today. Of course the letter quickly goes from the pleasantries of "Hello, how are you," into "So, I was thinking about what happened between us and I just don't think you understand......"
"How sad," I thought to myself. "He's still there, living in yesterday." I crumbled the letter and tossed it into the trash and took a deep breath of today.
The next morning, I pulled into the driveway of a house, that from the outside looks like it is in the present day. "Please excuse the mess," she muttered under her breath, as I entered her home to see the bed frame that she had listed on craigslist. "OH MY GOD!!!" I thought to myself as I walked down the literal path that led from the front door through her living room to the "guest room". She stopped half way and must have felt my gawking eyes trying to soak in the aftermath of what looked like a tornado that had hit her livingroom. "It ain't as bad as it looks," she said humbly. "It's actually an organized mess. Ya see my Ma lived with us for several years and when she passed I just couldn't bring myself to throw anythang away." In her slow southern drawl she continued explaining. " I'm slowing goin' through it though."
"I'm so sorry for your loss," I said. "How long ago did she pass?"
"It's been almost ten years now, but wait to you see the room where the bed is."
I tripped over a box and started to feel my claustrophobia kick in when we reached the door knob to the room.
"I call this...," she paused and then stretched her wrinkled lips wide into a grin. "My Memry Room!" The door slowly opened and from floor to ceiling on all four walls are old pictures, shelves filled with dolls, little chotskis and knickknacks, posters and memorabilia from the days when her mother was alive. The floor space was filled too with every kind of furniture imaginable. The only space for us to stand was actually in the doorway and even that was a bit cramped with her two dogs and cat sniffing and rubbing my legs. She pointed to the bed, which had a mound of stuffed animals and pillows scattered across it. "The bed wasn't really Ma's," she explained. "So it ain't 'portant to me anymore. My daughter's grown and gone and I wanna make her room all about the memry of Ma."
There was no physical way that the bed would make it out of the room, much less through the "un"living room without the help of the National Guard, so I politely said that it was beautiful but didn't think it would work for us.
She patted my arm and said "Well that's ok darlin'." Leaning over, she picked up a photograph. "This here is Ma when she and Daddy met at the pallet factry in Lavergene...."
A few hours later I drove away feeling so sad for this lady who had a daughter still alive, but chose to stay living within the bones of the past.
Later that night, as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, I let my mind travel down some of my own back roads and found myself looking at me about to graduate high school. I could see the cap and gown and the proud expectations all across the faces of my family and friends. I was going to be somebody one day. Little did I know that for many years I was going to struggle, be considered a failure and that I would never bring light to those dreams and early wishes. I rolled over to see my sleeping, beautiful bride and smiled. Wow! I'm so thankful that I didn't stay living in that graveyard of lost dreams.
I wake this morning to a glorious sunrise and vow to keep my mind facing East.
Posted by Davy Rasmussen at 10:18 AM