I hope everyone enjoyed their Mother’s day. I know I did. It was a night filled with great music and food, not to mention the company.
It was not the usual house party, instead it was more like a mini in-house concert with 3 brilliant pianists, 2 opera vocalists and 1 clarinet artist. There were classics, musicals and mad good improvisations serenading the room. Then there were the few that took turns to lay under the piano while the vibrations massage them all so comfortably. Words fail to capture the magic of the night - it was a night to remember.
Then today came and I am once again buried in work that regenerates faster and faster. I am sure I got the Monday blues.
Some were celebrating, while some......
Frank came in this morning with a swollen black eye and a cut that required, by my estimate, 15 stitches. Did I mention that I have Agliophobia? But something kept me there, listening to his story of a car accident yesterday.
(The following may contain tragic subject matter not suitable for the weak-minded.)
There he was lying in a pool of blood, conscious but barely. A second ago, he was waving to his son across the street. It had been five, six years since they last met. They were both tied down with work even during holidays. Work has become their sanctuary for everything else. Sometimes they will call each other, and just knowing that they were in good health seemed enough.
The pedestrian light was blinking, warning to change. He saw the crowd cross and followed. Then he was lying there, feeling numbing pain. People were gathering, there was his son crying, screaming for help but he could not hear a whisper. He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. Nerves were exploding as he saw the fear on everyone’s faces. Imagine complete darkness, not able to move or even call for help. It kills your will and dries your soul. He thought of his late wife, his only son and remembered why he was in New York that day. Courage seeped through him. His heart calmed. He drew a smile. Slowly, he closed his eyes and slept.
35 years ago on that day, he held his first-born in his arms. That day, he was the luckiest man. That day, he lost the loved of his life.
Happy mother's day.
It was not the usual house party, instead it was more like a mini in-house concert with 3 brilliant pianists, 2 opera vocalists and 1 clarinet artist. There were classics, musicals and mad good improvisations serenading the room. Then there were the few that took turns to lay under the piano while the vibrations massage them all so comfortably. Words fail to capture the magic of the night - it was a night to remember.
Then today came and I am once again buried in work that regenerates faster and faster. I am sure I got the Monday blues.
Some were celebrating, while some......
Frank came in this morning with a swollen black eye and a cut that required, by my estimate, 15 stitches. Did I mention that I have Agliophobia? But something kept me there, listening to his story of a car accident yesterday.
(The following may contain tragic subject matter not suitable for the weak-minded.)
There he was lying in a pool of blood, conscious but barely. A second ago, he was waving to his son across the street. It had been five, six years since they last met. They were both tied down with work even during holidays. Work has become their sanctuary for everything else. Sometimes they will call each other, and just knowing that they were in good health seemed enough.
The pedestrian light was blinking, warning to change. He saw the crowd cross and followed. Then he was lying there, feeling numbing pain. People were gathering, there was his son crying, screaming for help but he could not hear a whisper. He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. Nerves were exploding as he saw the fear on everyone’s faces. Imagine complete darkness, not able to move or even call for help. It kills your will and dries your soul. He thought of his late wife, his only son and remembered why he was in New York that day. Courage seeped through him. His heart calmed. He drew a smile. Slowly, he closed his eyes and slept.
35 years ago on that day, he held his first-born in his arms. That day, he was the luckiest man. That day, he lost the loved of his life.
Happy mother's day.
2 comments:
Frank got hit by a car? it sounds serious...and he left with only a swollen eye and came right back to work? he was in New York????? And flew back??? OMG...is he ok?
I am pretty sure you got the wrong Frank, but he is fine. Got a heavily blackened eye though.
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