Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

I'm not sure what inspired me to write this on the way into work. But I just thought it would be good for all to think of those that matter to you in your life. Particularly the older ones, grandparents, older ones in the hall. Let them know you care, show it. Add you creative writings for today...

Thoughts of the Withering in Autumn

As the chill of the early Autumn Morning struck my face, an inrush of thoughts hit me. But there was a tinge of happiness in me just to have the blessing of feeling that cool, moist fall morning air. Its sad I thought of how really this was a rarity now, to experiences these commonalities. But since I had been put in the home, really self being as I had known it had disappeared.

The morning chill brought back an inrush of thoughts and emotions.

Of childhood, those mornings getting on the bus, dreading the day ahead of school. That fog that often hung through the valley on those cool fall mornings. It was always disappointing, visions of disappearing as I would pass into the fog, but really it was always so clear when you walked into it.

I thought back to those days of college, when the feel of fall beaconed in the days of football, of what is really needless priority. But something that would really bring happiness to those cool, evenings … bringing in the vast array of fall colors, both on the field and off.

It used to be so great to go see those games with dad. Yes joyful indeed. The cheering the excitement. How I have missed him through the past several years. The pain the lonliness.

But loneliness is not a new feeling. With the passing of Charlotte a couple of years of go, there has never been such a presence of loneliness in my life. Especially now that they have put me here, where loneliness abounds. There are many here, but we remain incapacitated to care for ourselves, but our drive to do so creates distant stares; not allowing the person next to us enter or ever be a friend.

My dear Charlotte, the years of happiness. The fall was always a special time for us, walks through the forest floor of leaves. Just the sound of the cracking leaves and her happy laughs in my mind cant help but bring a smile to my face and a tear to my eye!

I’m sure my children had my best interest in mind as they brought me here. That wretchedly cold late fall morning they brought me here I don’t like to recount. It had been 2 years since that day. But because of the stroke I guess they had no choice. It’s amazing to me how each event in your life can change things forever. But now I just sit here thinking my own thoughts…

“Sir its time to take you back in now, don’t want you to stay out to long in this cold morning air; you may catch your deaths cold” stated the nurse.

…the thought almost seemed peaceful now. If I could only let her know that the fresh air, the sparkling shimmer of water on the grass, the cascading light through the foggy morning air brought me a moment of happiness; a moment to reflect on those days gone: These things gave me a temporary feeling of those important people being back, a feeling of reason to be…
How I wished that someone would visit soon. How I wished that I could let them know I was happy when they came. How I wish that the day would soon come when once again I would be able to climb as a stag, see my loved ones, and not be a victim of this worlds sickness and my loved ones rushed lifes.