LACRIMOSE ME

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy – We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?


Tears of joy? Yes, there are such things.

Because when all was lost, we had no water and I thought, finally, our bad luck demons had taken the field and we were beaten, I heard the distant bugles of the cavalry. They came — friends from far and wide — from cyberspace and land, they sent us funds so we could repair our well. And keep our home.

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In its own way, our well crisis was more terrifying than having my heart remodeled or losing both breasts to cancer. In those cases, I only had to fend off the Big Guy with the Scythe. I could put myself in the hands of doctors and hope I’d chosen them well and they would take me through the dark tunnel.

But with the well — there was no doctor. No facility to depend on. I had to find a way through when I could see no path, no road, no light. And then, not to put too fine a point on it, there was light. Like the line of Pilgrims in Disney’s Fantasia, they appeared, down from a dark mountain bearing torches. And checks. We survived and I cried. Garry cried. I still cry when I think about it because I never imagined anyone really cared what happened to us.

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I have to admit I’ve cried more sad tears than happy ones. The past 15 years have been one thing after another. I’ve been in and out of hospitals, had more surgery than I can remember, which may be a good thing.

Not remembering, that is. Not the actual surgeries except that they kept me alive so maybe they were good, in their own way. Just not a whole lot of fun.

A period riddled with crises. Financial, medical, personal. I don’t remember the sequence of a particular day, not even yesterday. Or this morning. It’s after two in the afternoon. I’m still answering email and trying to get this post written.

See? I’m tearing up right now?

Don’t worry about me. I cry over reruns of Lassie and keep a box of tissues handy. I seem to have a bottomless well of tears waiting to be shed.



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  1. You can do it and you did. As we don’t have wells in Switzerland for the water supply, I did not realise the tragedy of the situation. May your well keep flowing and may you keep flowing and blogging and may our contact remain throghout. These things are really sent to try us and when one obstacle is overcome there appears another. I only really cry at animal films or animal stories (which I avoid). Here’s wishing you and Gary all the best for the next year and may your well overflow.

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    • Until we moved here and had a well, I never understood the intimate connection between survival and the aquifer. Living with a well and knowing that you depend directly on rain and keeping your water table clean and healthy, you don’t take water for granted. When you live in a city, you don’t think about it. It’s somebody else’s problem. Like trash, you know? It just goes into a big hole in the world somewhere and it will never fill up. Except, of course, that hole doesn’t exist and all the little holes ARE filling up or already full.

      You’re right, though. It’s always something. Just when you get that piano out the door, it flies back in through the window. We survived the year. Here’s to surviving many more!!

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  2. A touching essay and lovely photo, Marilyn. May 2015 be uneventful for you!!! Judy

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  3. I loved reading this. 🙂

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  4. It’s always amazing, isn’t it, when you find out there really are great and noble people in this world when all you tend to hear about are the bad ones. What a blessing you had!

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  5. Yes, the well generosity made me cry. It still chokes me up when I think about all the folks — many probably in dire straits — who pitched into help us. It’s really what prompted me to visit the Big Guy’s place last week.

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