At home, Madge quietly went about her business. She was pensive, moving through her routine, mind obviously elsewhere. About ten, I found her sitting on the deck, her back against the house. Bogart's chin was in her lap, and she was gently stroking the dog's head. I sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She looked my way, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Are you ok, Honey?"
"Josh, will she be alright? The arthritis I mean."
"Some of that depends on how far along she is. Also, how well she's taking care of herself. And strangely enough, how much, tension she has in her life."
"What can I do?"
"You've started. She knows you are alive and well. She was watching the interaction between us, and, I think, reassured that you're safe. Next week, she'll see you here, in your home."
"But what about Jeannie? The boys? What will she think then?"
"Let her watch us, see the love we all have for each other. If she has questions, answer them. Even if you think the answer puts us in a bad light, or if you don't have an answer, be truthful. She'll be more accepting if she senses you're being honest with her."
***
Once again, we were busy all week. Thursday, I ran Carl out to American Lake (neither of us wanted to deal with Seattle traffic), I sat in a waiting room while he talked with a counselor, saw a magazine dated 1996. Sure glad I brought a book. Two hours in, Carl finally shuffled out to me. "Thanks, Murph. C'mon, I'll buy coffee."
Over coffee, I learned he was looking at two or three weeks, when a representative from the chair company could come to his home for a fitting, then it was a matter of waiting for delivery. At Carl's request, we took the long way home. The Mustang enjoyed the run, and he was content to sit back, watching the scenery go by.
Carl used to be very active, a hunter, fly fisher, drove his pickup everywhere. Now, he relied on others to get around. And he's my age.
We drove in silence, Carl with his thoughts, me unsure what I could possibly say. Eventually I pulled into his drive way. He shook himself, then said, "Thanks, Murph. I really appreciate you taking the time. You know Marie can't leave the Post Office unattended. It'd have been a bitch trying to get over there on my own."
"Hey, always willing to help a fellow Navy guy."
"NAVY? No fuckin' way."
"Bud, last I looked, Marines are a branch of the Navy. Welcome aboard Gyrene"
"Arggh, get the fuck outta my face squid."
"See ya bud."
"Thanks, Murph."
***
Friday started out sunny and warm, with a promise of only getting better. After our morning routines, Madge and I went down to the lake. We had found a spot under a tree where we could sit comfortably and meditate. She had picked the technique up easily. After half an hour I handed her the picture we had brought home. "Look into the face before you. Do not try to form thoughts, only let the face be. We shall do this exercise every day until you are ready ."
"How will you know I'm ready?"
"You will tell me."
She sat, looking into the picture for about twenty minutes, then came back to me with a shake. "I felt 'something' towards the end, but, I don't know..."
"That's ok, don't expect great breakthroughs. Forcing this only hinders progress."
"How did you learn this?"
"Naomi and I got into it years ago. After Claire and Wally. We had been having problems communicating and she thought this might be a way to get back to us. I was skeptical at first, but rather than chance losing her I stuck with it. After a while we were back in sync, picking up each other's thoughts, completing sentences, things like that."
"Is that why you say you sense her?"
"Um hmm. I don't get 'thoughts', just a feeling of awareness, approval of us, and Jeannie too. Probably wishful thinking, but I prefer thinking it's her."
***
Saturday, and again Sunday, we returned to our meditation spot. Looking around I realized this had been where Naomi and I had also meditated. I guess in my mind, this had become a 'Sacred Spot'. Each day we sat, going through our routines, releasing our thoughts. Some gurus call it staring at your naval, I see it as looking within yourself. Each day Madge would look into the picture, then come back out with a shake.
Monday, even though we had a boat load of people coming, I insisted we maintain our meditation routine. We had just settled into our breathing, when Madge whispered, "Josh, they're here."
"Who?"
"Naomi...and Dad."
"And..."
"Naomi is smiling, she say's I've chosen well. I'm surrounded by love. Treasure it...she's gone. Now it's Dad...he knows I'm sorry. He knew I didn't mean it. He's sorry we couldn't...he say's watch over Mom...She'll be ok...she missed me...raise the boys as if they're my own...he loves me...he's gone now."
I'd watched through the whole episode. Tears were running down her cheeks, but a smile was on her face. A burden seemed to have lifted from her. "Josh, he knew about the boys. Has he been watching me? Like Naomi has been watching you, us?"
***
Returning to the house, I asked Madge if she would mind my inviting Shelly and Carl over for the barbeque. I had a thought that mixing in some of the neighbors would ease tensions between us and Jeannie's folks.
"I had the same thought as we came up the hill!"
***
Shelly was all for it, she truly liked Madge. I asked if she could pick up Carl, as Marie would be at work. "Should I take the MG?"
"Only if you want to make another trip. He can't get that low anymore."
***
People started arriving about eleven. First up the driveway were Shelly and Carl. She gave me a big hug, and a bigger kiss on the lips. Way more of a kiss than she used to. I looked over at Carl, who held up his hands saying, " I ain't never kissed a squid before, not goin' to start now."
"Hi Carl, glad you made it."
"Changed my mind after you called, was goin' to tell Shelly 'Go on without me'. Damn that woman is persuasive. And what's with you and these women all of a sudden? Shelly tells me you've got another one comin' up the hill today?"
"And her mom and dad too. Oh, and Madge's mom as well."