Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Response - The Management Of Grief

The Management Of Grief

In the eyes of Judith

While we are in the car, i say to Shaila, “You see what I’m up against?  I’m sure they’re lovely people, but their stubbornness and ignorance are driving me crazy.  They think signing a paper is signing their sons’ death warrants, don’t they?”

               But she continued to look out the window as though she wanted to say something, but she just woudn't.

                so i continued to speak,“Now Shaila, this next woman is a real mess.  She cries all day and night , and she refuses all medical help.  We may have to –“

               and then she rudely interupts me and says“-Let me out  at the subway,”

                i was shocked, all i could say was,“I beg your pardon?” and she just starred at me with her blue eyes.

                I always did what she asked of me, but this was something else.  But eventually I slow down at the corner to let her out of the car.  

i asked her, “Is there  anything I said?  Anything I did?”

                I knew she could come up with some answer but she didn't, i looked as though she was holding something back .  “Shaila?" i said " Let’s talk about it,” 

She just looks at me, then she slams the door. I don't know what i did, or what i said, but it must of been something really bad. Shaila would never do anything like that, i was stunned.

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