Current mood:

depressed

shirley riechlin
what many of you don't know is how close I have always been to my grandma....was I was young I would spend at least two weeks a month at her apartment...I used to put on silly little performances for her...she would close her eyes during and I would get mad and she would tell me she was only resting her eyes which I didn't learn till much later that ur eyes didn't need rest and she would fall asleep...she would wake up later and we would dance around to laurence welk...the next day it was time to stop at the bank then the grocery store..then back home in time for price is right during which she would cook me my fave...french bread pizza and bread with farmer cheese...when she later moved to a retirement home I would go all the time and entertain Grammie and all her friends...then bingo and waterobics...she is such an amazing woman...through her life she has lost two husbands...both to heat attacks...but she kept going...I have always been her pride and joy...she carries around sooo many pics of me and can't wait to show people...I love doing anything to make her smile and when I lived in Tampa I would always bring her flowers on mothers day...we would spend later afternoons reading through her old poetry books...oh captain my captain always being our favorite...I have never asked this b4 but please pray for my grammie...she has been in the hospital since the weekend b4 last and I just don't know what I would do if I lost her....she has always been there for me and now I am a thousand miles away and can't be there for her....it makes me sick with guilt...she is almost 90 and I'm scared..I leave you with the beast poem ever written

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart! 5
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

2

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck, 15
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

3

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.