I LIED
A while back I wrote that I world not cry
anymore over any of the things that have happened in my past. It turns
out I lied.
The last few days I have found tears coming
unbidden to my eyes. I do not know if it is the passing of my father,
who was not much of a father to begin with, or old memories coming back
to haunt me - whatever the reason, they have returned
This afternoon we had, as we usually do,
coffee with a TS friend of ours and she brought a friend she had met.
Normally this would have just been afternoon coffee with our friend, but
somehow it turned into a fearful occasion for me. I don’t have many
friends and cherish the ones I do have and I was afraid of losing one of
the few friends I do have.
My friend reassured me that she was not about
to end our friendship and everything was all right.
I have been thinking about this all evening
and have sort of come to a conclusion of sorts.
It has to do with Vietnam and the few friends
I did make when I was there. I cannot tell you their names but I can
tell you that they all came home in caskets.
After about six months in Vietnam I would not
allow myself to become close to anyone. If you became close to someone
and they were injured or died, they were gone for good.
I think a lot of that came back and that is
why I could not trust anyone to love me or allow myself to really love
anyone, except for two women and one of them I could not be faithful to
for the life of me.
I know now I was in a flashback of sorts. I
have lost more ex-wives to death than most men have married to begin
with. Except for Karen (and a lot of the time even her) I am afraid of
losing those I love and if I find myself getting close to someone I have
a tendency to become fearful of their lives.
Stupid I know. I keep being told if it is your
time it is your time to go and I live in fear of that moment for my
friends and those I love.
The memories will continue to come unbidden
and at times the tears will come also.
So I am sorry. I Lied.
Tina Rice © 2007
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by Faye Sizemore