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"Sometimes I wish I was a genie
and could hold time in a bottle
The road's getting bumpy and dark
But I'll keep looking and finding moments of spark
Last night I visited again
and sat next to you for quite a while
Held your hand
Touched up your lipstick, powdered the shine your face
And wiped the red smudge I left on your forehead
You muttering your non-stop little mutters
I tease you about stupid stuff as if nothing else matters
Your hooded gaze drifts from the crap on the tv to me and then lingers on something on the ceiling that only you can see
We listen to the Duet Mornet and Chris recorded on your samsung
Over and over again
I press the play button again because your fingers won't anymore
I see the delight in your face as you hear it again and then once more.
Johnny's learnt not to interrupt when I'm focused on you
sits there quietly and watches us two
fills my glass with chardonnay
a small whiskey in your sip cup.
Later he tells me
Who has been to visit you over the last few days
Who has popped in briefly and then fled
Who stayed briefly longer and then also left and wept.
Then Johnny and I reminisce about old favorite movies you've watched
long ago
Tea with Musselini;
Driving Miss Daisy, Dinner for One; Life is Beautiful,
You try so hard to make yourself understood
probably remembering every one as usual
but the words get trapped in the muttering
and slide back down your throat in to the abyss of forever lost words.
I try to ignore your eyes with a few trapped tears
ask to watch Dinner for One again with you like I have done the last couple of years
We all laugh yet again at the stupid antics of the clumsy clot James
and the prim and proper delightful Miss Sophi
as if we've seen it for the very first time.
We watch it twice
and I take a little video clip of this moment and whatsapp it to your Chris and Loubi.
I overstay as usual till you've had your dinner
patiently offered to you by Ursula bite for bite
Time to go and I leave some more lipstick smudges on your forehead
for her to clean later when she puts you to bed.
Driving home I ponder
as I so often do
after leaving you
and wonder
how come I don't also end up weeping at your side?
Am I in denial or become blasè ...
What's become of my usually soppy heart?
The conclusion I've come to is none of the above
and think for now I will simply cling and embrace
to this thing I've finally figured
it's called Grace."
and could hold time in a bottle
We watch it twice
and I take a little video clip of this moment and whatsapp it to your Chris and Loubi.
I overstay as usual till you've had your dinner
For those that are regular followers of our blog and our Facebook Page and personal friends of Sonja, you are most likely aware that her condition has deteriorated. It is hard to imagine how difficult and frustrating it must be now that she can no longer use her hands at all as well as the ability to speak. I sometimes find solace in writing her letters - often on her facebook wall. Then I read it to her later on as well as the responses. I know it brings her comfort to know that there are still people out there that care.
In the beginning, we read umpteen blogs written by patients and carers - sometimes very graphic and depressing, Sonja and I agreed a long time ago that we will keep this blog positive as much as possible. Forgive me if I falter now and then - it has become a challenge as her condition is deteriorating. Despite things looking pretty bleak at the moment, we still manage to laugh about something silly every time I visit. Normally I just sit by her for a while and hold her hand, stroke her and talk about this and that. I still sing Hallo Dolly to her every time I walk in the door and I know it pleases her judging by her body language. She can't sing with me anymore but her eyes do.
I'll share a few photos and thoughts of the past year here - just like I would if I was still writing to her, the intention being a record of random events as well as keeping those interested up to date. Although a challenge - I'll try hard to refrain from turning it into a depressing blogpost. I ask that you rather see it as a diary of two girls and their friendship.
I put up your Christmas tree again |
Can you believe another Christmas has come and gone? The past year has taken its biggest toll health-wise on you. I'm trying my best to write politely when in actual fact MSA is a bastard of an illness and stole so much of you. Your voluntary mobility has decreased drastically and you are no longer able to use your hands at all. The biggest loss is of course your speech that has taken a hike - and so fast - without giving us sufficient warning. I do miss your lovely voice so much. Along with that your eyes struggle to keep a long enough gaze - sometimes closing as if they are tired and you drift off into little snoozes quite often.
Despite various attempts of all kinds, we have not managed to find a way for you to say even yes or no - making it very difficult for us all to figure out just about anything. Your carers probably understand you the best and take care of all your physical needs. They are truly amazing and the bond that has formed between you is very good. I know that you have made it your business from the very start to be a 'good patient' - making caring for you easier but by no means a walk in the park.
Let's reflect on some of the things that happened this year. Hopefully it will soothe some of the anguish that I sometimes see in your eyes these days.
Glowing Sissi's. The two of us draped in Christmas lights
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The arrival of Topsy on 21 February 2016. What an amazing
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You needed a wider and taller table next to your chair. I found this one
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For March MSA Awareness we had a photo-shoot with a few close friends. We all dressed in white with purple trimmings.It was such a fun day and you loved all the fuss and attention and you looked so beautiful. Link to that wonderful day here.(viewed 1449 times) |
You so enjoyed watching Vincent the sand sculptor |
June 2016 - Catholic Priest Father Francesco came to meet you and
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Artwork as a gift to you from Father Francesco |
I think I could have opened a florist already with all the flowers I've brought you :)29 June 2016 |
Sometimes when I go away I leave your name in the sand |
I left your name on the beach at Robberg |
Other times I look for heart stones on my little jaunts. The small ones I bring to you - the big ones I leave there - for you.
This big one left for you at L'Agulhas |
Also at L'Agulhas |
Left for you at the rustic wooden cross at Rasperspunt - also at L'Agulhas |
Picked up in the Kleinkaroo and brought home for you |
In September Lara and Mornet came to play a duet. The subsequent blog
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3 October 2016 used to be a big event - the highlight for you regarding MSA Awareness. Sadly this year it had to be cancelled as Johnny was recovering from a stroke and the family situation was fragile. We decided on a very small personal gathering with only a few friends. It might not have been big in numbers but it was a perfect day. Blog post (Photo by Laurette van der Merwe) |
I'll end with my favorite comment in our TV Debut - 'I'm not going to be miserable'. We'll both cling on to that.
(Written by Karin Holtzhausen)
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