{"id":948,"date":"2007-11-15T02:27:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-15T02:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=948"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:47:44","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:47:44","slug":"gratitude-111307","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=948","title":{"rendered":"Gratitude 11\/13\/07"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/navesink-cove.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132866762668420162\" style=\"FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/navesink-cove-200x300.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-size:85%;\">I noticed the sad smiles of the nurses and the way they left us finally alone with him; the discarded socks; the empty lobby; the absence of any doctors.<\/p>\n<p>I heard the silence of the useless machines; Sinatra singing about easy street; sirens wailing somewhere off in the darkness; the phone ringing too early, my brother apologizing for the hour, but &#8220;Come&#8221; he said; the rush of hot water on my heavy head.<\/p>\n<p>I admired his grace and final acceptance; making it easy for us, for me, by not coming home to die; his concern always for someone else, someone worse off than he.<\/p>\n<p>I was astonished by the snow in mid-November; by my brothers surprised faces that I should take my time in getting there; astonished that our last real talking had been about that damned car just a week earlier; that we would end this day scrutinizing his tuxedo and its cigarette burns.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d like to see that sunrise again, over the ocean, with the snow falling outside the window; him at the coffee pot or brooding over his computer; that light he kept in his eyes for me; his feet stamping and anger that used to frighten me so.<\/p>\n<p>Most tender was Brian holding his hand and our laughter with the funeral director that afternoon writing his obituary; my friend Cathy standing off in the back, uncomfortable.<\/p>\n<p>His quiet sleep was most wonderful, most deserved; seeing the men from his lodge that came out for him, so many that do this as routine; an end to the pills and eating cardboard; an end to the slow deterioration and loss of him.<\/p>\n<p>I thought it was another setback, not the end. Really, I should have seen what was happening; his tears the day he left here; his fear at being alone in the world; his confusion of my life with another&#8217;s; his quietness; his surrender.<\/p>\n<p><em>Mary Oliver fans probably recognize the format of her poem, &#8220;Gratitude&#8221;, borrowed here without any poetry. I had wanted to write something for my dad yesterday and couldn&#8217;t, but this poem helped me today to examine my memories of the day he died. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=1271\">Last year<\/a> I had a little more fun remembering.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I noticed the sad smiles of the nurses and the way they left us finally alone with him; the discarded socks; the empty lobby; the absence of any doctors. I heard the silence of the useless machines; Sinatra singing about easy street; sirens wailing somewhere off in the darkness; the phone ringing too early, my &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=948\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Gratitude 11\/13\/07<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3374,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[15,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/948"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=948"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/948\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3374"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=948"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=948"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=948"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}