That's Not Tommy ...
By Gloria Faye Brown/ aka Granny Gee
Tommy, on the last day he lived on this earth ... hours before he collapsed on the beach, sand ... at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. May 29, 2010.
Tommy! My eyes follow the young man as he walks tall, proud ... he has on sunglasses ... hair, beard nicely trimmed. Big guy, gentle guy ... a force to be reckoned with, if pushed ... a big teddy bear any other time. I look down to my lap, where my hands clasp each other ... that's ... not Tommy. A tear falls on my hand ... I wipe it away.
The gate rattles, Tommy's coming through the gate. He's here to visit! I think I hear him speaking to the Pups. I am excited ... instead of going to meet him, I sit ... wait. The wait goes on ... I know it ... that's not Tommy.
I hear a soft voice, speaking ... it laughs. Tommy! Hey, that's my son, Tommy. My lips begin smiling, I feel sunshine in my eyes ... lightness in my Heart. I close my eyes, enjoy it as long as I possibly can ... because ... I can only 'hear, see' my son in other people, now. I pretend for a few minutes, 'just to see how happy it feels' ... then, real life sets in ...
That's not Tommy ...
Note: These photos are my property, I own them/and story. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... Remembering Tommy
Colors As I Go
grief (32) only child (4) Scary (2) Boiled eggs (1) Distrust (1) Don't call me Faye (1) Dying (1) I hate to be called Faye (1) I'm afraid of the dark (1) Middle age woman (1) Pain that reaches the soul.. can't be seen (1) Running (1) Where did my youth go? (1) dying in a beautiful way (1) life is fragile (1) light on my path (1) my son (1)