SwirlingFire: Stair Gazing
Stair Gazing
I’ve been thinking about how transient mortality is to other people during LockdownUk CoVid19 pandemic and how the selfish need to be outdoors is at the expense of others.
It also made me reflect at finding my father, dead, eyes still open – sat on the bottom few stairs. I’ve always and, probably still do to some degree – feel the guilt that He may have called out and I didn’t hear him…….
10 April 2020
The lower stairs I used to sit upon as a small child – Waiting for Daddy to come home from work – waiting for my cuddles before bed;
The lower stairs I used to sit upon as a teenager – talking endlessly to friends on the once common rotary dial telephone;
The lower stairs upon which my father exhaled his last breath….
The kitchen is said to be the heart of the home.
The stairs are the entrance and exits to the lives that walk through this house
@swirlingfire August 2017
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April 25, 2020 @ 10:04 am
Sexy legs!!!
ahhhh the stairs and the rotary phone LOL
June 6, 2020 @ 10:13 pm
Thankyou Sassy x
April 22, 2020 @ 2:41 pm
Oh, how horrible a sight to encounter. I’m very sorry x
April 22, 2020 @ 6:17 pm
Thank You
It was twenty Years Ago
It was a time of very mixed feelings.
April 18, 2020 @ 12:16 pm
I read this last night, and somehow your words hit me hard. I didn’t grow up in a house with stairs, but a house with a large kitchens, and those were indeed the heart of the home. This post brought back many memories…
And, love your legs!
Rebel xox
April 18, 2020 @ 3:21 pm
I’m sorry my words hit hard.
Right now, regardless of other distractions – Death is a great leveller for everyone
Stay safe and Well
April 18, 2020 @ 8:18 am
This is really moving and your words have stuck in my thoughts. I am sorry that you had to find your dad like this. It must be hard to be inside all of the time with these memories too. I hope you are ok 😊
April 18, 2020 @ 2:51 pm
Thank you.it was many many years ago. It’s odd how memories keep surfacing. I’ve been writing again 🙄
April 17, 2020 @ 10:22 pm
Wow. What you’re telling us about your father, about you finding your father. That breaks my heart. This honestly hits so hard. I wish I could give you a hug.
April 18, 2020 @ 2:50 pm
I was reminded this week. I think this tells me I never dealt with his death.
April 18, 2020 @ 3:59 pm
I really wonder how anyone is supposed to truly deal with the death of someone so dear to them 😔
April 17, 2020 @ 5:33 pm
These are my memories of our stairs at home. Though my dad died in the living room, I rushed down stairs because I heard his breathing change from the baby monitor we had rigged up. Plus, great legs!
April 18, 2020 @ 2:49 pm
Oh Julie, that is traumatic to witness.