Lange and Ruess (cont.)

Ruess,
Fast forward thirty years to our most recent family reunion.  Nora ignored the doctor's orders and made a brief appearance, maybe ten minutes, doting on the newest born and downing her signature Arnold Palmer.  She summoned me to escort her out to the car.  As I folded her into my uncle's Prius, she raised her bony palm to my chest and held it there.  She said you've forgotten.  My grandmother died the next morning.

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Lange,
What is it that you want?

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Ruess,
Someone to listen while I try to remember how to breathe.

5 comments:

  1. But I wonder, as Ruess presses into his quest for breathing lessons... if he realizes that it's not the breathing alone, nor the lesson alone, but someone whose heart beats for yours, someone for whom love binds the soul together, that makes the lesson worthwhile?

    When we breath, really breath, in the presence of love, it's like a Vicks Vaporub for the soul.

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  2. Vern, I'm as curious as you are...

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