The Asking Boy's chase
askmeforwhatyouwant
- Location
- Somewhere, Florida,
- Birthday
- September 29
- Bio
- I'm sick and tired of being a widower. It's time to tell my side of the story. My truth will be spoken and HOPE will stay and love will live with me. Cancer stole my HOPE once, now it's time to even the score.
MY RECENT POSTS
- The Ghost of Christmas Past
December 06, 2010 09:02PM - Making Coffee
November 25, 2010 08:05PM - First Kiss - JD Smith's Open
Call
November 21, 2010 07:34AM - Laundry Day Wisdom
November 07, 2010 07:54AM - Memory
November 04, 2010 11:34PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Such raw... truth and
power. All my prayers for
you
continue...”
April 25, 2012 02:08PM - “You may remember me from
some time ago.... as my story
tells,
I share this
pain…”
March 21, 2012 10:11PM - “Hilarious... I
particularly like the 'sister
sent him a
secret valentine'
bit...”
December 21, 2010 02:47PM - “The music makes this
piece a whole... Diggin the
dream
thing...”
December 16, 2010 09:51PM - “Read it from the bottom
up... I don't know why I did
that..
but try it... very
ni…”
December 16, 2010 09:49PM
Askmeforwhatyouwant's Links
- If you want to catch up....
- In the last quiet moment
- Hope
- Asking from the Wind
The Ghost of Christmas Past
I knew this moment would come, She would figure out that things were different…
I hoped to fill her growing mind with new thoughts, new traditions… but I guess it was bound to happen.
She figured out that no one was coming to our house this Christmas.… Read full post »
Making Coffee
In the morning, I rise and go downstairs. It’s a new fancy
coffee machine, no measuring, no judgment call needed. Just insert
the little cup, press a button. 2 minutes later, fresh coffee. I
had to learn to put the right amount of cream inside.
I take it upstairs, and set… Read full post »
First Kiss - JD Smith's Open Call
My first kiss came under the moon.
I kissed before, not like this.
She stares, dreaming.
The moon.
The magic stage was lit.
Universe and needs.
She stares, dreaming.
The moon.
Discovered beauty.
Always meant to be.
She stares, dreaming.
The moon.
Lost myself to that kiss.
Lo… Read full post »
Laundry Day Wisdom
Dear Asking Boy;
Well, things have calmed a bit, although it’s possible that another roller coaster is looming. In this transition time, I thought I would take a moment, and share thoughts I have had over the last few weeks. As they arrived in my head, I wrote… Read full post »
Memory
The car in the driveway.
As I held you my soul sang free
I walked, you were beside me.
The light faded into your eyes.
Wine moistened your lips
I fell deeper than ever before
I awoke, you stole my breath
The wine has dried.
I walked, you were beside… Read full post »
Life is a Highway?
There’s a song on my iPod. I listen to it every morning.
It’s the first thing that plays as the car backs out each
morning.
Well, life's like a road that you travel on
I am getting ‘kinda’ sick of it.. yet I keep playing it, morning after morning. I can’t help… Read full post »
Just what the hell am I asking for, anyway?
I am honored and touched by all who noted I was not around… I will remind you all again, I am no writer, I am just a guy who writes. I lost my wife… (who hated me, by the way, did I mention that?) and now, I am desperately trying… Read full post »
Let me be perfectly clear...
Look, let me lay it out for you;
She hated me, okay?
She called me names, made fun of me, threw me out, told others intimate private details about me, insulted me, kept me from my friends and family, then blamed me for her disease and everythi… Read full post »
Sunrise
In my previous life, I saw only sunsets.
I watched as the day closed, stories ended, the past clouded my mind.
Death has a subtle quality that seems to invade your existence - you find yourself consumed with endings, desperate to discover the escaped meaning of life. &nb… Read full post »
Vacation
I was so excited to telephone her with my news. I didn’t expect such a big bonus. She yawned, and said;
“Then I’m going on vacation to Italy with my sister-in-law.”
No - "Congratulations!" No - “That’s great!, I am so proud of you!”… Just&hel… Read full post »
Photosynthesis
For years, every time I stepped foot in my former father-in-law’s house, he always pointed out his plant. It reminded him of a person he lost to cancer. He kept it alive after the funeral. “12 years”, he said.. “No... 14... I think.” He was very proud of tha/… Read full post »
The Blank Stare
Slowly - room by room, wall by wall, I take down every picture of you, and hide them far away from little eyes.
As each room is emptied, each memory hidden, I get closer to her room, the pretty pink and green one. You remember - the one where you picked out… Read full post »
Taking Sides
Sleeping in the bedroom again was strange and unfamiliar; we hadn’t slept in the same room for over two years. That night, I slept on ‘her’ side of the bed. I really don’t know why.
At dawn, I woke up and something wasn’t right. I felt.... a presence, and a pinch… Read full post »
Aftermath
My 6 year old daughter asked me in the days before if Mommy was going to die… and each time, I told her that I honestly didn’t know. I told her that Mommy was very sick, and we were doing our best to make her better.
I returned from Hospice… Read full post »
The last Wednesday
August 26th, 2009
9:00 am –
IT HURTS!!.. FIX IT!
Okay, call the ambulance, we are going to Hospice
When are they coming?
It’s going to get a little bumpy for a minute, okay?
11:00 am –
Let’s get her in this bed.
The doctors will be i… Read full post »
Following Directions
She
went to the funeral home alone, and chose the room, the flowers,
the music
She selected the vessel, and the inscription we were to
remember her by.
She visited the restaurant, and told the owner about the 'party'
for her sister.
She wrote a letter to her financial planner, giving him
ins… Read full post »
I don't have an Eraser big enough
You said the most horrible, hateful things. You called me names, insulted me, my family. You crushed the things in life that I value most.
The final straw... the last thing - I didn’t realize until months after you were gone.
I began to breathe again... star… Read full post »
Chemo Blossoms
For almost 5 years, she had chemotherapy every week.
For almost 5 years, on chemo day, he would swing by a florist.
For almost 5 years, on chemo day, he handed the flowers to her as she was tethered to toxic bottles.
For almost 5 years, on chemo day, she… Read full post »
Anger
I remember the day you stopped kissing me, it was just like yesterday. What an incredible, magnificent feeling that was!... I felt so loved, so cared for. I truly didn’t want that day to end.
Do you remember the day you kicked me?... man, that was so special. I… Read full post »
Suffering
The deck out back needed to be cleaned. The backyard was a mess. The lawn had to be mowed, plants trimmed.
Weekends where I could work outside became a haven from her anger. I was free to clean and repair and make things look great. Most of the time, there was… Read full post »
The Long Drive Home
For 5 years, she had weekly chemotherapy. Afterwards, she would get
sick and really tired, then after a few days, she would feel
better. We were on an endless cycle of get sick, get better, get
sick, get better... over and over again... like some sort of
oncological Groundhog Day.
If you… Read full post »
The Story so far...
The Asking Boy joins OS, and tentatively writes things. He expects no one to read them.
He learns that someone reads them.
The Asking Boy begins to tell the story of his past relationship, ruined from cancer.
He learns that by sharing his story of cancer, the pain leaves, one tale… Read full post »
Useless
For months after she was gone, they could be heard saying…
“How did she die so quickly?“ they whispered… “It took 5 years”, he answered quietly.
“She looked fine….she even threw that party…” … Read full post »
Greeting Cards from Hell.
Immediately after, I began changing as much of my life as I could.
I found a certain sense of calm in changing things drastically, and
even a year later, these changes are still underway. Lately I have
been cleaning out the house in preparation to sell and to move away
from/… Read full post »
Leftovers
I only remember our relationship and our lives together as an afterthought in your heart.
I became an afterthought that night you had already eaten; the rest was leftovers.
Leftovers. I could pull them out if I wanted to, heat them up… but to tell you the truth, it was… Read full post »
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