A couple of weeks ago I wrote a piece about my Auntie Joan, who was being moved into a nursing home as she was suffering from Alzheimer’s. I had hoped to visit her again soon, but, as often happens, fate had other plans.
Sadly, Joan had a fall before she could be moved into the home. She broke her hip, and despite the heroic efforts of the medical staff, she never recovered. Auntie Joan passed away on Saturday evening, gone to join her husband, Norman, the love of her life and who she missed so terribly.
I find I can best express my emotion through writing. If I do not give voice to the thoughts in my head, if I try to stifle them in any way, I find they only get louder. Today is no exception. So this poem, “There Are No Happy Endings”, is written for Auntie Joan, a woman who was beautiful, funny, witty and wise and who will be sadly missed.
Every thought was a battle,
Every breath was a war.
Your eyes reflected a soul
That just couldn’t fight any more.
I stroked your face
And held your hand,
While I did my best
How someone once
So witty and wise
Could so slowly fade
Before my eyes.
You saw me crying
But didn’t see
That my tears were filled
With what you meant to me.
In the timelessness of your sleeping
Death took you gently by the hand
And walked with you into a world
By kindly angels manned.
Life has no happy endings.
Endings are the saddest part,
But at least I can smile while knowing,
That you’re tucked safely in my heart.