Erasing a Painful Memory…


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(Digital artwork by yours truly…)

     If there were memories that I really want to get rid of, and I wish that I would like to, they are these: I wish that my mother was not an alcoholic and that my stepfather would not ever be a heroin addict. You see, they have been so very addicted to these vices for all of those years, and even though they have tried to quit, they had fallen back to the same old darkness; Just before she died, my mother had been off the booze, but had still been addicted to a drug called Ativan, or something like that. Unfortunately, she passed away in October 2004, and nearly 15 years later, I still wished that I could change my mother, but there was absolutely nothing that I could do. Still, I press on…
My stepfather had tried his best to deal with his wife’s and my mother’s death as much as he ever could, but he would think that the only way to ease the pain would be nothing but whiskey; He bought and downed each and every bottle of that whiskey until that night on December of 2011 that dad was experiencing pains in his stomach…

     That night, a couple of days before the New Year of 2012, dad had been rushed to the hospital; All throughout the night, I had waited for word about my dad while I had prayed for a somehow speedy recovery…
The very next morning was also the day that would change my very life forever…I got a call to the hospital saying that I should come right away. So, I went to the hospital, saying to myself, “Hang on, dad, I’m on my way…” I made it to the hospital, and I asked the receptionist what room my dad was in, and she said the I.C.U. (Intensive Care Unit), or I think something like that, I dunno…
I saw my dad on the hospital bed, and I just could not believe that this was happening-This was a dad who, even though he has many flaws in his life, was somehow like a real father to me, a father that I never had. I looked at my dad in that hospital bed, and I just cried. I even cried when the doctors sense something wrong with my father’s heart, and one of the nurses took me into a room where I could cry my heart out…

     I sat in that room crying as well as praying that dad would pull through this somehow; Then one doctor told me that my dad was very, very sick and that he would not ever make it through the night. I was ordered that I have to say goodbye to my father, and so I did. And afterward, I went with my brother to his house…
Of course, I am thinking that most of you readers know what happened next, do you? Well, it is very well true. I have lost my very own stepfather that day of December 29th, 2011, and that day is somehow stamped in my painful memories that had been etched in my mind for so very long, and believe me, if there was one memory that I would surely love to erase, it happens to be this one. I wish I could, but I just could never take away that memory, but I still have thoughts every now and then about what I could have done to stop my dad from downing too much whiskey that resulted in his death. But I do not think that there is no magic power or time machine that would make me go back in time and to correct the wrong that has been committed…
However, not very long ago, a therapist whom I visited once told me that I cannot be responsible for another person’s mistake and that the mistake was entirely his own. And I somehow understood that, even though I would still wish at times that I would find some way to correct that mistake, but there is nothing that I could do; No choice but to move forward.

I also wish that I could correct something else: I wished that I could have found a way to stop my first cousin from suddenly becoming a single father by impregnating who is now his former girlfriend; I had a thought at times that I would somehow find a way to go back in time and to undo my first cousin’s mistake, and then everything would be just fine, and that my cousin would continue to pursue his plans for his future, including finding a job, in which he has now, first as a dairy associate, but was then let go, and then is now a janitor at a school in Dover, Delaware, in which I now live.
No matter how hard you try, you just cannot erase bad memories; they are still stuck in your mind, perhaps for all time. But there happens to be a way to ignore the bad memories and to just try and concentrate on the good ones: Concentrate on your job, do something good for others who are suffering, and most importantly, just try and keep your chin up. No matter what.

 

My Saturday at Felton, Delaware…


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Spring is FINALLY in the air…

      This past Saturday, I had decided to go for a walk and to somehow look for an open house that some place of business was having in which I had heard over the radio a few days before; I wanted to go there and maybe take some pictures of the fun that people would be having at that open house…
It turns out that I just could not find that open house anywhere-Just stop-and-go stores that I have visited almost frequently just before I had my job as a food service cleaner at Sodexo. That’s a shame, because I really wanted to take photos of whatever things-as-they-happen that I could find, and I wanted to do so before I say goodbye to blogging and WordPress in June; Hopefully before that time comes, I shall try and find some time and place to take photographs of things anywhere in Kent County in Delaware as they happen…And hopefully, I shall be willing to pay a visit to Smyrna (SMYRNA?!?), Delaware…(Yes, you have definitely heard that catchphrase correctly; You may be hearing it just one more time before KALEIDOSCOPE closes down for good in June…)
But here is the good news: I did take a picture of a tree that is in the bloom of spring, and that is what I think one should love about spring: The flowers blooming, the bees buzzing, the butterflies are a-flyin’. the Mr. Softee ice cream trucks are playing that old familiar tune again… (Hey, it is the springtime, after all, so one has got to hear the sounds of a certain ice cream truck somehow!)

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      Meanwhile, while I was in that quiet town of Felton, DE, I had paid a visit to a flea market in which I had not done so in many a weekend, because I had been too busy writing stuff for my blog as well as other things; I took a look around the place, but did not have any bother to buy anything from that flea market, even though the vintage stuff that they were selling was pretty nice…
Then I stopped at a small restaurant in that small town, in the hopes of trying to get a little bite to eat; But then I looked at that sign on the door, and it said, CLOSED FOR REPAIRS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Further notice? For how long have they been closed until further notice?! Forever?!? Well, I do not have any idea when that tiny restaurant would ever, ever reopen, but if or when I do return to that tiny town, I hope that it will.
I have sure enjoyed that nice walk around Felton, though; It is perhaps the only place in which I would go for a weekend field trip on a Saturday. I am hoping that one of these days I would be able to buy an adult tricycle or maybe even to learn how to drive well enough to be able to afford a car so that I could go to every single place on any Saturday for any weekend field trip! May that day come sooner or later…