As fall approaches, daylight lessens and cool evenings begin in many parts of the world. I like the changes autumn brings. Foliage seems to know its autumn too as it changes summery attire for cooler days and nights. Warm oranges, cinnamon hues, tangerine frosting’s, burgundy edges, fiery red waving petals. All saying to summer this is where you end and I begin, until we meet again.
When reading the post, dusk by don’t confuse the narrator, memories stirred of how losing someone special in the twilight or dusk of their lives has impacted my own life. It’s been years since being awakened one fall evening after falling asleep early due in part to my chronic anemia. As I struggled to come to a decision about what needed to be done for me to heal, my energy was at an all time low.
I felt very much how my fellow blogger, don’t confuse the narrator, describes the in-between of daylight and moonlight. Almost an outer body experience. Like watching myself from a distance while still sitting next to me. Like the light from a candle just before it dies out in its own wax. Someone was calling me, shaking me. At first I thought I was dreaming. The voice got louder and the shaking increased. Groggy and a bit confused as well as annoyed, I turned over to see my daughter looking completely shocked. Quickly thinking she was hurt I sat up with my heartbeat increasing. Holding both my hands and tears flowing now, she quietly said, Gary is dead.
Words? Feelings? Thoughts? None. Someone had removed my heart for a moment. M mind was unable to grasp what language she was speaking. Gary? Dead? What sick joke is this? Who’s telling such a cruel lie? Gary? Gary who I’d just dropped off at his home a few days before? Gary who was in the twilight of his life, his afflicted life. Autumn shared her changing times with me, she showed me how at dusk, I too will be that special someone lost to others in twilight. leaving the shadow of my life just as daylight meets the night. don’t confuse the narrator