some had their fingers amputated during torture, and still others had their eyes gouged out." demanded. "Castrated!" There was silence utes as Elizabeth pondered the horrible news. But Freddie was alive and he still wanted her. No matter what he suffered in life, no matter what condition he was in, she was ready to accept him and love him as he was. Elizabeth and the two men stood and she woke up in her bed, alone, to discover that the whole encounter with Lt. Blackstone and Commander Belmont was only a dream. She called me at home in Seattle regret now that I did not accept it for what is was--an expression of her inmost desires. Instead I ana- lyzed the dream like a psychology student writing a college thesis. subconscious mind has devised a way for Fred to still be alive, for him to have a valid reason for not contacting you all these years, and for it to be impossible for him to have been unfaithful to you? It's all very Freudian." ing my brief pause on the phone to hear. But I didn't stop. are just street names in Fresno, and your mind made those names up as part of your dream fantasy." it must be difficult for you to ac- cept because there was no body, no funeral and no closure. But it's time to accept reality. Fred is dead." silence and then finally she spoke. just don't understand, and perhaps you'll never understand until you've loved and lost. I love Fred with ev- erything I am, and I cannot give up on him if there is even the slightest sliver of hope that he's still alive." should not have questioned it then. Mom, in a measured expression of gracious restraint, proceeded to recite her love for my Daddy, telling me of the good times they shared and the awful experiences they endured, "for richer for poorer, for better for worse, in sickness and in health... " I got the message loud and clear--Mama's love was big enough for us all, including Freddie. from a favorite Cole Porter lyric, "Until you've lived a lot, and loved a lot, and lost a lot, you won't know Paree." Maybe my mother was right. Maybe I would never understand her life, her loves and her losses until fully living my own. After this conversation, at least I gained new respect for my mother as I was only beginning to understand the tremendous depth and capacity of her love. Golden State Division, with headquarters in San Francisco, California. "Elizabeth's Story" won first place for nonfiction in the National Publication Department's Writers Contest. The story is an excerpt from Major Kinnamon's forthcoming book, All About Love: Elizabeth's Story at www.elizabethsstory.com |