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Originally Posted by Wuxia
Hey there
Hello
No Way Home
She always said cousin’ Fred wasn’t built for the war -
he was a drinker, a thinker, a fulfiller of sorts…
she’d sit in her chair and she’d talk to you more,
Grandma knew the fam better than we’d want to explore..
the confederate heritage - the destroyers of flowers,
the moonshiners, the botanists, boys grabbin’ for power…
The FBI on the line…how they’d do nothing about it -
or the run to California because at home he’s surrounded.
Big Tex, a cold killer, who even changed his last name
Fred Logan, a known healer - but he had his bad days…
Tex tried the liquor trade, to make some fortunate gains..
After the revenuer came? Tex laid him to waste,
while Logan passed around love and was making a change…
opened a hospital for immigrants just to get them the aid
Got killed for the world he made…for zero cooperation
He never stood a chance, his good deeds would not save him
But Tex left his operation, got away with the crime,
was opposite to Fred - a man of hate vs. divine…
“The Nash family is crazy!” Grams would say with a smile -
as she sang Jingle Bell Rock…another topic she liked…
Mr. Helms was a distant relative…and the Trinity Sisters!
They were women of the Gospel, but I must say I was different..
I always thought I coulda lived to infinity with her,
Grandma was special, I use to draw her up pictures…
I reflect on our talks like there’s dots all connected,
Enough bread crumbs it took some 90 years just to get them…
She spoke in waves of her life - thoughts lost in the rip tide
From the penuckle table, to the chair by her bedside,
I held her hand when I could…to help her into the next life -
and she spoke just the same of how she managed to get by…
She saw demons, and ghosts - so they gave her some meds,
Said they’d help through psychosis and clear up her head,
Sores and fatigue, her body letting her go…
All I could do was be there - it felt heavy and cold..
Rules changed, new plague, she don’t have it - but still!
They say you can’t say goodbye ‘cause your presence could kill…
I felt bad that we missed her, that she let go without us,
I know she was tough…but she was still scared about it.
We talked a lot those last days, but that week we were barred,
They don’t tell you missing memories can mess with your heart
Not to be there and see her before “what’s next” or “beyond”…
Now I preserve her by remembering the depth of our talks…
The details, the settings - I try forgetting what’s wrong,
try to let go of tradition and how she was robbed
of a hand to hold “because of covid” and hospital flaws…
There’s anger there, I hold it back…there’s no “optional loss”
I guess we all lose somebody in a way that’s not what we want..
I knew people I didn’t know because she helped them live on
She talked about us so much…now I just wish we could talk..
We’ll try and make home without her…now dad’s gramps; I’m pops
She’s got no way to come home…
but she’s at home in my thoughts.
Drop this in OM.
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Originally Posted by Wuxia
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