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described earlier. He bought the locket and stormed out to the car in
anger. That was a bad day and he was silent and resentful for some
time after.
Our dad, Tom's mother and younger brother and I planned a
family outing to Niagara Falls. Tom's feelings about this went up and
down like an elevator and when the day arrived he refused to go. By
the time he was convinced to accompany us, everyone's nerves were
frayed. He viewed the falls area with lackadaisical interest and we all
returned home somewhat depressed, a bad day.
A trip to Lion Country Safari was more successful. As we
drove through the various compounds, Tom's mood lightened and he
actually laughed at some of the antics of the animals. The monkeys
absolutely swarmed our car and a large black bear stood up and put
his front paws on the roof. When we returned to the main area, Tom
asked me in a now unfamiliar teasing way if I would like to do
something really different; something we had never done before.
Seeing a bit of the old Tom, I couldn't refuse. He dragged me over to
an area where we climbed aboard and rode an elephant! We laughed
like children. Later we toured the zoo area of the complex and took in
the Birds of Prey demonstration. Tom enjoyed this immensely. He
watched in awe as owls, hawks and falcons demonstrated how they
attack their prey. As a large owl silently swooped low over our seats to
snatch a mouse, we could hear the soft ' purr' of the wind through his
wings. Tom was entranced. He told me later that the caged animals
were depressing, but the absolute power and freedom of the birds of
prey struck some chord within him. He bought an owl figurine as a
souvenir before we left and often mentioned the birds with interest over
the next few days. That was a very good day, probably my happiest
memory of our time together.
Good days... bad days, one never knew. We learned to endure
the hard times and celebrate the good but the strain often showed. We
laughed and cried, at times about the same topic. Some days we
talked, deeply and seriously, others were silent and sullen. Tender,
dose times could, in the blink of an eye, turn into insults and fights. I
tried to be understanding about his moods, and nonjudgmental about
his previous lifestyle. I tried to be comforting, i tried to be upbeat.
Sometimes it worked, others it didnt.
" You just dont understand!" he would say, at times a scream,
at times a sob.
He was right, i could sympathize with him, I could comfort him,
I could love him, but I couldnt really understand. I was healthy, with my
life in front of me. Friends didnt shun me. Strangers didnt stare at me.
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| Title | Write On! |
| Language | en |
| Date | 2004 |
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| Title | Page 60 |
| Language | en |
| Transcript | described earlier. He bought the locket and stormed out to the car in anger. That was a bad day and he was silent and resentful for some time after. Our dad, Tom's mother and younger brother and I planned a family outing to Niagara Falls. Tom's feelings about this went up and down like an elevator and when the day arrived he refused to go. By the time he was convinced to accompany us, everyone's nerves were frayed. He viewed the falls area with lackadaisical interest and we all returned home somewhat depressed, a bad day. A trip to Lion Country Safari was more successful. As we drove through the various compounds, Tom's mood lightened and he actually laughed at some of the antics of the animals. The monkeys absolutely swarmed our car and a large black bear stood up and put his front paws on the roof. When we returned to the main area, Tom asked me in a now unfamiliar teasing way if I would like to do something really different; something we had never done before. Seeing a bit of the old Tom, I couldn't refuse. He dragged me over to an area where we climbed aboard and rode an elephant! We laughed like children. Later we toured the zoo area of the complex and took in the Birds of Prey demonstration. Tom enjoyed this immensely. He watched in awe as owls, hawks and falcons demonstrated how they attack their prey. As a large owl silently swooped low over our seats to snatch a mouse, we could hear the soft ' purr' of the wind through his wings. Tom was entranced. He told me later that the caged animals were depressing, but the absolute power and freedom of the birds of prey struck some chord within him. He bought an owl figurine as a souvenir before we left and often mentioned the birds with interest over the next few days. That was a very good day, probably my happiest memory of our time together. Good days... bad days, one never knew. We learned to endure the hard times and celebrate the good but the strain often showed. We laughed and cried, at times about the same topic. Some days we talked, deeply and seriously, others were silent and sullen. Tender, dose times could, in the blink of an eye, turn into insults and fights. I tried to be understanding about his moods, and nonjudgmental about his previous lifestyle. I tried to be comforting, i tried to be upbeat. Sometimes it worked, others it didnt. " You just dont understand!" he would say, at times a scream, at times a sob. He was right, i could sympathize with him, I could comfort him, I could love him, but I couldnt really understand. I was healthy, with my life in front of me. Friends didnt shun me. Strangers didnt stare at me. |
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