When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.”
— Horatio G. Spafford
I can say that it is truly well with my soul and there really is ‘nothing wrong’ in the overall scheme of things.
Last night my aunt Olga passed away. She had been living 15 years on dialisys for a kidney transplant that never took. This had been affecting her all these years and her body just could not take it anymore. She suffered imensely thru those years and finally, her body was hit with a brain hemmorage. She refused to allow the doctors to operate and release the pressure. She refused any and all treatments and in doing so she sealed her fate. The next day she lapsed into a coma, from which she never awoke.
I just realized that the dreams I’ve been having about the women submitting to their death relates to my aunt! She has been suffering too long.
The graphic nature of my dreams was to express the pain & agony she must have been living with all those years. A prisoner to her own body, she needed to be free. Choosing to die is actually choosing to be free. She is now free from all the suffering and she is free and with God in peace.
Peace be with you, Tia…
I learned that he left behind a twin sister, a brother & two griving parents. He liked Arizona Ice Tea (as do I) & he is very much loved by his family. Live flowers indicate that this memorial is being maintained by loved ones.
Somebody takes care of this marker with live flowers. The day I took this picture, the lawn maintenance crew was trimming back some overgrown weeds off the marker. The lawn mowers are buzzing by; the edge trimmers are whipping stubborn, overgrown weeds out of existance and the traffic is whirling by. In the mist of all this noise and urban chaos, I experienced a moment on peace, gratitude & solice.
As everything buzzing by, I see the lawn maintance guy all of a sudden slow his pace down. He put down the weed eater and got down on his kness. He reached and pulled the weeds around this memorial out by hand. One-by-one each weed and overgrown blade of grass was pulled. By the time I went to reach for the camera, the moment passed. He got up, did the sign of the cross over his chest, bowed down and in that instant, the whirlling of the weed cutter started up again.
Life passing by in a blaring instant did not allow me to capture this moment – except in my memory.
That is how life goes by! In the moment we stop to analyze it, it is gone! Life is to short so live every moment as if it was the only that mattered.
From photographing these Descansos, I will capture the moment and I will reflect on what it means to me. I am even thinking of documenting all of this – yuo never know – this could be my thesis for a masters!! Or at the very least a documentary study of roadside memorials in South Florida.
A stainless steel cross finely crafted and lovingly devoted. Made so that it will never wear away, never fade away…
…like the public memories of the crash.
The edge between light and shadow is lovingly marked so that no one can ever forget. The message of love, loss & remembrance is boldly stated for everyone to know that someone crossed over right here.
No more roadblocks! I realized what has been stopping me from completing my Descansos project.
The previous post is a story from the Bronx – a memory that popped up. I realize now that in blocking out negative events from my past, I have inadvertently blocked out the positive memories as well.
“What you resist – persists”
So I came to understand that it is this past that kept creeping up on me and I was constantly resisting it. This project has confronted me with my past. I was not going to be the next victim on the side of the road – which is the premise for the Descansos project.