Twisted Tales

No Time To Say "P.S. I love you"A brave woman.(Story attached) by marieangel

Please Take TIME to read the story to accompany this picture this is the whole essence of this TIME PIECE...... thank you. / Inspired by the memory of my friend Maggie…. / This is an entry for the challenge TIME- in The world how we see it or how we missed it! / FEATURED; The World How We See It Or How We Missed It.Oct 2009 as P.s I love you FEATURED; in the world how we see it or how we missed it as P.S. “No time to say I love you” *Re entered under No time to say…….”Ps I love you” A Brave woman ..With ARTWORK…. / Featured in The world how we see it or how we missed it Thank you once again! All SALES of this card will go 100% To childrens cancer The Candelighters of which I am a registered fund raiser. I stared at the picture of Grace Darling looking at the *Time piece this woman was so strong she saved so many sailors at rough sea, she went down in the history books. One woman’s story read by many. My mind started to drift to you my dear friend Maggie. You had more rough seas and stormy waves than most people. We had been to this museum together, and walked the golden mile of beach at Bamburgh Castle. You may not have been in the history books but you were the bravest of women…........... The doctors said you were all clear Maggie, they had got the cancer from your pancreas and surrounding areas. We took you home to have fun. We had missed your laughs your cries your temperament. The girly shops had missed you and so did your cat Cindy she had hardly eaten all the time you were in that hospital bed. / After two weeks of having you home you started to get pains in your stomach. The doctors said it was Post op pains. I was invited to London to do spiritual readings for the celebs you really wanted to come with me, I said maybe next time. I was wined and dined and brought photos back to show you, although I had to remain discreet you wanted to know all. We laughed over red wine. Me mixing with the celebs and and an invite to go do it all again. I showed you the shoes that one film star had bought for me as a thank you for sorting his life out you were so proud of me. Then I looked at your face, you were ashen I asked if you were ok……..you did not answer you just rocked back and forth. / The moment was broken…. / I offered you the Reiki healing that you so loved….You accepted in desperation. I lit those beautiful candles, I played the Indian meditation music and you were entranced by the moment. I placed my gentle healing hands along the line of your stomach as if enveloping a baby in the womb. The tears trickled down your face with love and acceptance of my gift to you. Then I felt it, the magnetic pull from your solar plexus (Stomach) I could feel what was inside of you in my very being my very soul…you were my soul friend from the day I met you we had shared so much, seen so many country’s together we had many ups and downs agreements and disagreements but in our time of need we were always there for each other. You had a fiery Irish temper and a personality fit for a queen, everyone loved you . My thoughts are now drifting back to the pain I felt as I often do when healing others….You knew something was wrong…..You asked for the truth. I told you “There is something in there again Mags I’m sorry I cant ignore it” It was I that found it the first time during a healing session…The cancer…It was the same feeling again.. You were sensible and said you would go to the doctors next day, he sent you straight to the hospital for tests. We didn’t cry but time was of an essence…..You were told you had a year to live …we didn’t cry I held the emotions in with all my might…Your sons asked all the usual questions but we didn’t cry… We all kept looking at our watches as if wanting time to stand still / We went for a lovely meal and we all laughed and ate pasta and we said everyday from now on will be special. They bought you a camper van to do some traveling, you had hoped with me……you bumped it into my cottage wall when you drove over to show it off. You were so excited to share it with me. We sent it to be repaired, at least the van could be repaired . Not like you my friend. Time was against you / The cancer was spreading to every part of you as we sat in the waiting room arranging some cheomo to give you some time…....I had been here before nursing my best friend and spiritual mother Maureen with three years of cheomo still to lose her…..Please god don’t take Maggie too….These were my silent prayers I prayed for more time. / I asked you where you wanted to go you said ‘Whitby’ We took a picnic and we laughed all day. You mimicked falling off a cliff, I pretended to save you and put the little sony camera on timer to capture the moment as neither of us knew if there would be another day just like this. We wanted to bottle this and save for another day. / We shared spiritually we exchanged fashion info and played Irish music all the way home. You sang in between songs and hypnotised me with your voice… / For some unknown reason I circled the 2nd APRIL IN RED ON MY CALENDER AND IN MY DIARY …nothing there just a circle…Days now represented time / We watched the dream girls and the illusionist on dvd you could not eat the popcorn or drink the wine, you just rocked. like a baby……Usually films made us cry but this time we didn’t… / Every now and again our eyes would meet and say everything, but words did not come. / You went home saying you didn’t want to outstay your welcome…..you know you never did. / I called you next day, the phone was engaged for hours so I left you catching up with family or friends..10; 30pm at night I called you because I heard you calling me “Help Maria!” So loud my ears nearly burst….I RANG AGAIN IT WAS STILL ENGAGED I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. I put the phone down, you rang me and shouted “Help me Maria” you always called me that. You were in pain you could hardly talk…I drove over in my night attire to get to you .You crawled to the door face white temperature high and breathing shallow I didn’t cry. ...I was already lost inside…….I took you in my arms and rocked you like a baby getting cold flannels for your head you asked me not to ring for an ambulance I insisted……just ten more minutes you said…….five I said It was a compromise on eight always a compromise no rights, wrongs maybes just compromises but time would not wait. / I went outside so you would not hear me to ring your niece….The family needed to know. The door slammed closed I panicked no way would you be able to make it to that door again. I climbed up on to a dustbin my petite frame vertically challenged, could not reach the tiny window which was opened. I stretched and stretched till my fingers took on the grip of the tiny opening. I imagined myself to be a lady bird. In I went slithering my bloody thighs that were not so petite against the wooden frame and metal catch. Bruised and bleeding and upside down I dropped head first into your bedroom. You cried out and tried to laugh so I laughed too, our last laugh maybe? / The ambulance came I rang your family …In the ambulance we nearly lost you twice …you went into resuss I sat for hours with you I didn’t cry my heart was breaking my soul was shattered but not a tear …….they transferred you to a special ward the doctor who had been treating you Dr Mennon was so lovely, his Indian frame came towards us like a death sentence I did not want to hear what he had to say. He came and spoke with me, he gave me my place as it was me who was there at those hospital appointments and diagnoses with you all year. He told me you would not make it through the night. My solar plexus started to reach but I did not cry you would not let me as I had done weeks before and we made a pact ..no more tears. I made a promise to you that was so hard to keep …….for both of us. ......The doctor asked me if I would tell you …It was the hardest thing I had ever had to do ..”What about the camper van?” you said “What about the other trip to London to see the celebs?” “What about you knew as i knew that you were running out of time…..the oxygen was put upon your face I washed you and dressed you in the Winne The Pooh nightie. which had hearts coming out of Pooh’s mouth saying Bad hair day! I bought you this and you loved it so much…..we laughed not cried you said you were going to meet your maker with a bad hair day. Your hair actually looked very nice my friend but you were as white as a sheet…I stayed and held your hand as I played Frank Sinatra music to you and with my tone deaf voice I sang to you…Your son sat at one side I at another my family in the room outside..the curtains of death were pulled around your bed as one by one your family came, we were no longer alone….it would never be the same I had to give them their place……as each one came forward it was like a peep show I hated it but i didn’t cry. You had had your family differences with a few of your sisters, they never understood your gift of second sight, or the closeness of our soul friendship. Jealousy abound. They wanted me out of the room, you kept pushing everyone away and pulling me close you.You did not want me to go. You instructed the doctor to allow me to stay. Your son loved me in his own way and wanted me there. I kept wiping your brow and giving you sips of water…My family kept coming in kissing your cheek and then silently leaving. Then the room went cold everyone was looking away or talking but i knew….. I cradled your head in my arms, you held on to me like there was no tomorrow and we both knew, for you there would not be……....a tomorrow. You told me from behind the mask your mother and father and husband were there waiting for you…I could see who you could see so I knew it was so…..You told me you loved me and said you were sorry, sorry for leaving……SINATRA was playing on the iphone on your pillow. “The things we did last summer” La la la hum did dum la……... / The boat rides on the lake…La la la… the way we danced and hummed our favourite song. The medway and the fun the cuppie dolls we won.La la la The bell I rang La la la to prove I was strong…the rented tandem bikes, the lunches that we used to pack, we never could explain that certain summer rain……the looks we got when we got mad… the things we did last summer I will remember all; winter long la la la la la …… / Thinking of the bike in Egypt we hired,the dolls we won at the London eye..the lunches we had packed at Ilkley moor…the boat rides we took along the local canal ….My memory lane was alight my heart was filled to capacity but breaking……You held me tighter no one else was in that room for you…..and then one single tear began to fall, one secluded tear liqued, of a lifetime of smiles,happiness, sadness, pain, gain,wisdom and ignorance…giving and taking..motherhood sisterhood brotherhood …you were everything to all people. You LOOKED UP AT ME AGAIN and then it came …….the rain …..the floods ….the volcano… the ocean waves…. the holocaust of emotions. We on this earth plane simply call tears/ crying /cried/ you seen me, I saw you. We could hide no more, you looked scared it was not suppose to be like this. I needed you, the boys needed you, Cindy your cat needed you, the world needed you. You were a healer a reflexologist an astrologist a masseur an aromatherapist.. a hypnotherapist….a mother, a soul friend, a confidante, you were everything! I cried and cried and cried till you nestled in my arms and eternal sleep came ……and then as if on cue the music changed as you closed your eyes Frankie baby bawled at the top of his voice the volume on the iphone seemed to get louder all by itself I wanted it to wake you but it never did, nothing would again. “I DID IT MY WAY!” AND GIRL YOU CERTAINLY DID DO IT YOUR WAY…..! You ran out of time on this earth plane to carry on doing it your way so now I will do it all for you ….. / I went home at 2 am cried all the way home and the first thing that hit me was this- When I went into my office and Therapy room to light a candle for you there it was ……..The calender, it was now 2.30 am on the 2nd of April. Nineteen days after you had been given a year to live… You only lasted Nineteen days I felt cheated for the first time in my life. Cheated of_ time_I cried my self to sleep I was crying when I woke, I still cry when of this night and all you were to me ….I know your reading this letter and its raining you are the angel in heaven who cries with me…… / I hope you don’t mind me sharing this special moment my friend, but it helps others heal and you were always a beautiful healer. / Goodnight God bless until we meet again……. You have all the time in heaven now to read this my beautiful friend. / P.S. I love you xxx Time was ours for many a years… / We shared the laughs, we shared the tears… / We visited country’s far and beyond….. / We healed, we were healed…. / We cemented our bond…. / To help mankind was our mission and goal.. / I will try to continue with our quest…. / For your busier than ever .. / You will not rest… / You feel my soul.. / You inspire me to rhyme….. / Wish you were here and God gave you more TIME Me and Maggie