Dolores
it's the strangst thing but i've never met mark's mother. i talked to her on the phone once when my mom and mark were out of town and she was at the house... but i'd never actually gotten to meet her. well... then she died last thursday and suddenly she became a huge part of my life.
it wasn't like when hollis died, i'd known her, i'd been close to her. and i'd known she had colon cancer and it'd be inevitable that she'd lose her battle. this women had been relatively healthy, she'd been learning about me for three years now, but i'd never even known. We had everything in common, both stubborn and willful girls, both obsessive about our nails and hair... when we went though her things, her favourite rings evn fit my fingers. Out of no where I could pick out her favourite resturant, knew she loved chinese food, i was able to find little hidden things in her appartment no one else knew of. i completely identify with her, the good stuff, the bad stuff (she had some anxiety issues with men), and even the quirks.
at the funeral, it was so eery... the only look at her i've ever had was in her casket. All her little old lady friends were there, they made a beeline for me and my mother... apparently she'd really loved my mom, and had been so excited to see me. I met the man she'd been in love with for years... he's a detective, she used to drive him crazy jumping in the car to go after the bad guys, totally fearless and wild.
she'd never left boston... born here and died here... and tonight, driving out of it to go back to new hampshire... i dunno... i feel funny about it all. i feel oddly connected to here now... i suppose it could all be in my head, this sudden affection for Dolores and her home. i'd like to believe its more though, but i usually talk myself out of such naive fairy tale thoughts. i think i'll let this one linger though and get rid of my thoughts about roy orbison being the reincarnation of elvis.
it wasn't like when hollis died, i'd known her, i'd been close to her. and i'd known she had colon cancer and it'd be inevitable that she'd lose her battle. this women had been relatively healthy, she'd been learning about me for three years now, but i'd never even known. We had everything in common, both stubborn and willful girls, both obsessive about our nails and hair... when we went though her things, her favourite rings evn fit my fingers. Out of no where I could pick out her favourite resturant, knew she loved chinese food, i was able to find little hidden things in her appartment no one else knew of. i completely identify with her, the good stuff, the bad stuff (she had some anxiety issues with men), and even the quirks.
at the funeral, it was so eery... the only look at her i've ever had was in her casket. All her little old lady friends were there, they made a beeline for me and my mother... apparently she'd really loved my mom, and had been so excited to see me. I met the man she'd been in love with for years... he's a detective, she used to drive him crazy jumping in the car to go after the bad guys, totally fearless and wild.
she'd never left boston... born here and died here... and tonight, driving out of it to go back to new hampshire... i dunno... i feel funny about it all. i feel oddly connected to here now... i suppose it could all be in my head, this sudden affection for Dolores and her home. i'd like to believe its more though, but i usually talk myself out of such naive fairy tale thoughts. i think i'll let this one linger though and get rid of my thoughts about roy orbison being the reincarnation of elvis.