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Snores and More

8/29/2014

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PictureRufus Two Months Old
If the soul is the unconscious and fertile soil of our knowing and eyes are the window to that soul, it makes sense that sometimes our windows inexplicably fling open. A few nights ago I was lying in bed and without thought or words, tears bubbled up and began to overflow. I was surprised—I assumed it was grief but lately my grief has been feeling less runny. Then in the silence of my bedroom I heard what my soul already understood—there were no snores. Rufus’ sleepy-time breathing was a force of nature. His snores were a steady, deep-throated rumble. To me, they were the big soothing sounds of the Pacific Ocean. To others, well, they were just loud. 

There’s a scene in my book, Life on All Fours, where the main character, Ben, brings his puppy, Beau, home for the first time. Beau is completely freaked out, confused, over-stimulated, and missing his Mama. Ben doesn’t know what to do but we get the first glimpse of his parenting instinct—from a man who never knew he had one. We witness the beginning of a bond and see that they are connected by that unsung miracle—breath. 
*****

   My dad moved carefully towards me and picked me up. He sat down on a chair and cradled me close to his chest.
   “Poor baby, do you miss your Mama?” My dad’s eyes glistened as he spoke softly.
   I squirmed to get free. My dad rubbed all the right places in all the wrong ways. I twisted and turned. His hands held me tight.
   “It’s going to be OK, you’ll see. Shhhh.” He petted me slowly. “There you go.” He was warm, and I felt the slow thump of his body. “Yeah, that’s a good boy. Shhhhh.”
   His voice hummed low. My wiggles began to have less fight, and my breathing slowed with his. My body felt heavy and limp. My eyes twitched and things started to get blurry. I hadn’t closed my eyes in a very long time. 
   I heard a chuckle followed by a sniffle, and then my dad whispered, “Little boy, you snore like an old man."
*****
At times, it feels like Rufus’ death is going to take my breath away. Yet, I’m still breathing. Like the undulating ocean surf, breath connects me to life. It is impossible to inhale and not experience the full complement of life’s hardships and joys. Likewise, it is impossible to hold on to any of it because of my need to exhale. My eyes, the window to my soul, understand this. Salty droplets slide from the corners of my eyes to express that which words cannot . . . 


 


10 Comments
Andrea Lane
8/29/2014 04:36:35 am

Lovely... More, please

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Andrea Lane
8/29/2014 04:38:09 am

Lovely. More,please.

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David Fredrickson
8/29/2014 11:55:11 am

Thank you Andrea!

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Linda Mantel
8/29/2014 09:24:16 am

Keep breathing, dear friend. And know that your loved ones are breathing love your way continually. Thank you for sharing your journey with us. My heart is with you.

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David Fredrickson
8/29/2014 11:58:58 am

Linda--thank you. I am grateful for all your love and example of mindful breathing.

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Francis-Olive Hampton link
8/29/2014 09:32:24 am

Our Rufus will always be alive.

xo

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David Fredrickson
8/29/2014 12:01:04 pm

Yes he is . . . actually I think he needs to go for a walk! :-)

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Peter Albert
8/30/2014 03:39:08 am

I appreciate getting these insights to how your amazing bond was forged.

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David Fredrickson
9/2/2014 08:16:38 am

Peter, I appreciate your "witness" to this journey.

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Cindy McCarthy
9/5/2014 03:31:34 am

David, our sadnesses resonate as I remember the one-year anniversary of my mother's crossing-over. Central 'forces' in our lives, camouflaged as flesh and blood. I join you in honoring and mourning.

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