Archive for June, 2014

87th

Posted in Observations during Life on 18, June 2014 by nathanbusch

The family is to gather for his 87th: he who was once a man and then twice a child.

My feet refuse to move: the thought of attending is unbearable.

So many decades ago:

we incurred a severe debt of the most brutal punishment simply for misspelling a word on a quiz;

I can still see her lying there, on the floor, with his foot striking her face, the blood spilling onto the floor;

I can still hear the clenched fist striking the jaw of my younger simply because he was less gifted than I;

I can still feel the fear of being in his presence in church, in the boat fishing, at the dinner table where only deathly silence reigned;

my mind still reels at the memory if him tearing my younger brother from the high chair at age two simply because he failed to hold the fork according to mandate;

I can still feel the pain at his thundering his opinion without allowing others to differ;

one beaten until he could not stand; another beaten near to unconsciousness; unable to either sit or concentrate at school because of the damage done by solid oak; her back broken in a fit of hatred of one who was lesser;

absent at the baseball games; absent at the swim meets; absent.

And now they want to celebrate possibly his last birthday.

I am paralysed with the memories.

Nathan A. Busch

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Loving a Married Person

Posted in Observations during Life on 15, June 2014 by nathanbusch

My close friend sought my counsel.

For more years than he care to remember, he has been estranged from his wife.

He fell in love with a beautiful, young woman; and she with him.

The education of the younger was solid and catholic. The younger was taught that taking a married man was a sin. The soul of the younger fought with her own heart.

The wife was showing the heartache of age: forgetting here, needing more support there; uncertain of the simplest of things.

My close friend and his wife talked: she saw the situation; she wanted him to take happiness whilst he could; he wanted to remain her anchor, friend, and security. Nothing in reality would change: only that he would be free to take another.

He wanted me to keep it simple: he wanted me to leave all as it was; he wanted me to allow him his freedom.

Probed I: “are you doing this for the younger”? No, said he: he is doing it so that he may if he ever desires.

Probed I: “what about the younger”? Said he: the choice is hers.

Said I: I will handle the paperwork; but, but nothing in reality will change.

I know, said he, I know.