Cries from the other side
I know you’ve heard them. Calling out to you.
Saying your name, yet no one is there.
I’ve been around a lot of older people who claim they hear their name.
I was in bad shape once in 92 and I kept feeling someone around me.
I heard my name called from over here, over there.
When I looked, there was no one.
Cries from the other side
Today I’m again a caregiver to older people close to death.
They speak of calls from the other side.
Calls that say their names. Feeling people present in the room.
People waking them up.
Standing near, but as they look toward them, no one is there.
Paul is 92yrs. Old and he hears it more often than his wife Miller who will be 90.
He has started to fail. moving closer to the other side.
Sometimes as he tries to explain why he answers the calls.
I try to tell Paul its from the other side.
I believe its those who have gone before.
I believe his brothers and sisters, mom and dad are helping him make his way.
Last night he couldn’t sleep the calls were loud. He was so agitated.
Because he doesn’t understand.
The calls make him uncomfortable in his own home. Paul’s walk is getting slower.
More so than his wife Miller. He is lost in his own escapes from life.
Struggling to be who he once was. To keep what he once had.
But what ever Paul wants makes no difference. Life has its own time.
Life has its own plan.
He is just a part of the cycle.
The cycle that is making a turn toward returning to the soil from once he came.
Returning to the joy of spirit, the healing of no pain, the reunion of spiritual family.
Cries from the other side
It is obvious Paul wants more time.
He pulls himself from his chair with the determination of an eagle.
Yet! The shyness of a child. As he smiles to himself proud he made it to stand.
Paul is a good man. A proud man. A man who raised himself up from poverty.
To be a man who cares so much about his wife, children, and family.
Against all odds he did rise. To help his family when they needed to be helped.
And Paul was and is proud to give that help.
Raised in war time and poverty. He managed to rise.
I know when I met Paul he was strong and out going. I watched the life as it left slowly.
From a man who reached to others in their need.
Everyone depended on Paul to be Paul.
Cries from the other side By: Patricia Robinson-8/19/09-10am