Sunday, January 28, 2007

Angel of death




Leah wiped away another tear. Rocking back and forth in her favorite rocking chair in the corner of the family room, she reflected on her life and her day alternately. The soft lamp light highlighted her soft features and green eyes. A lifetime of non stop stressing definitely left it’s mark on her face. She looked her 55 years.
Closing her eyes she couldn’t chase away that feeling of dread that had been hounding her for the past 24 hours.
It all began last night when she began to see, feel and hear it.
The shadows cast by the drapes on the green walls started taking forms unlike which she’d ever seen. Menacing yet casting a hypnotic spell. She sat there transfixed as they grew and shrunk with her pupils, morphing into fantastic shapes and images. The silence was holding her hostage as one of the shapes on the wall suddenly took the form of her Mother who died in her mid 50s some 25 years earlier, and then quickly shrunk back into another shape. It became clear to her that this is it. She remembered reading that people can sense the Malach Hamaves the day they die and she vividly recalled the uneasiness her mom felt the day before she died in her sleep. She felt her throat tighten as a sense of panic gripped her.
Then she heard the whispers, at first they were very faint then they got louder and clearer although she couldn’t make out what they were saying. They were frightening yet calming in a strange way.
She fell asleep in her chair and when she woke in the morning she tried her hardest to act normal not wanting to alarm her husband and children. She found her hand shaking as she sipped her coffee That dark presence was all around her. The whispers, the shadows were closing in. She avoided the phone, friends and even her favorite blogs and spent most of the day reflecting on her life and accomplishments.
She had a tough childhood and emerged a strong young woman. She wiped away tears as she remembered her moments of joy and grief. She wondered how her family and friends will react to her death and found herself growing very sad. She tried listening to music, not to hear those whispers but it just agitated her more. Wrapped in her favorite cashmere wrap she shivered, a woman alone with her fate. Darkness fell once again and she called her children, trying to keep her composure as she told them again and again that she loved them. The shadows returned once again dancing on the green walls restlessly. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she started penning a letter for her family.
She suddenly turned white as a ghost as she recalled…a conversation..
Oh my goodness!
Of course!
She grabbed the phone and dialed her son David number..misdialing twice in the process.
David..!..David
Come on..answer the PHONNEE!
“Hello..”
“David..!”
“Whatsup Ma?”
“Zeeskeit..remember yesterday”, she started breathlessly, “we were discussing Moishies Bar Mitzvah and you said something jokingly like..wouldnt it be funny if you don’t even make it to the Bar Mizvah after all you’ve been stressing over it..just before you got another call!”
“umm yea”
“David…Say CHAS VSHALOM!...say Bli Ayin Hora!!”
“huh?..ma come one..you know I don’t believe in that stuff…”
“JUST SAY IT!”

“ok..ok calm down Chas Vshalom ..Bli Ayin Horah”, he said with a chuckle.
Just then her husband opened the door and the light, chasing away the shadows, only to see his wife with her head back, utterly exhausted and relieved.


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Blogger rebeccabeth said...

It is awesome to think that way- putting things in perspective, think of life, the day of death, having accomplished 'this' much.
Very beautiful writing and mucic... Is this a real story....?!

January 28, 2007 8:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nothing like outliving one's parents birthdays to make one appreciate mortality. I think it makes us appreciate our days that much more if we get to live for more years than our parents did. If only.

January 28, 2007 9:22 AM  
Blogger the only way i know said...

Kain ayin Hora!

:-)

-Towik

January 28, 2007 10:56 AM  
Blogger exsemgirl said...

Vividly creepy.

I heard once that these things like kain ayin hora etc only affect you if you give them value...

January 28, 2007 11:04 AM  
Blogger Sara with NO H said...

My mom is a trip. She talks about dying all the time and even what song she wants us to play at her funeral. She says she wants "spirit in the sky" by norman greenbound played and she has it on like every cd she owns. She jokes about who's going to get her record collection and things like that. When we get upset and say MOM! Don't talk like that, chas' v'shulm! she laughs it off and says everyone's time comes when it's supposed to. But my Mom is weird. I'd bet anything she outlives me and everyone else around her....just because. Because she's Mom, and she can.

January 28, 2007 12:35 PM  
Blogger Sara with NO H said...

Oh yeah, and my mom says all the time that when her mind starts to go, we should let her go in a forrest somewhere and let her run wild...lol We said sure ma, and that we'll drop her food every once in awhile...that is, if she can even find it.

January 28, 2007 12:37 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

rebeccabeth...
well..no wonder shes so stressed if shes living lke that..
Its not a true stry but I now someone like this..

itsallgoodnow...
Thats true...bh mine are alive..

The point of this story is how some people really believe in this stuf...to a degree that it becomes theyre reality..

January 28, 2007 1:19 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

towik...
amen..
:-)

exsem...
Exactly...
count me in ..with the non believers...

sara...
My grandma is like that...shes always talking about death..
she also cmmnded us ..the first time she shows signs of dementia we should shoot her..and bury her under the rose bush in the back...

January 28, 2007 1:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

אל תפתח פה לשטן

isn't it that

January 28, 2007 3:32 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

nuchachosid..
certainly one should not say thngs that would seem to tempt the satan..but how far one makes it his/her reality is the issue here..

January 28, 2007 3:35 PM  
Blogger socialworker/frustrated mom said...

Very suspenseful story and cute ending.

January 28, 2007 7:48 PM  
Blogger rebeccabeth said...

Thanks! ;)

January 29, 2007 2:56 AM  
Blogger Pragmatician said...

Very well written!
I completely forgot I wasn't alone in the room while reading.

January 29, 2007 4:02 AM  
Blogger ggggg said...

Great post..Bli Ayin Hara!

January 29, 2007 1:11 PM  
Blogger kasamba said...

OOOh! I have goosebumps!
Great story O' Talented One!!!

January 29, 2007 6:44 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

swfm...
thanks..

rebeccabeth...
my pleasure..

prag...
Thanks

lv...
thanks poo poo poo

kas...
Thank u..O' Birthday Girl

January 29, 2007 9:15 PM  
Blogger chav said...

Good one, as per usual.

as lipa says in his song, אין מזל על ישראל...

January 29, 2007 9:24 PM  
Blogger Rivka Photography said...

Wow thats amazing! Words are so powerful and people dont even know it.

January 29, 2007 10:04 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

chav....
Thanks..
exactly..but for some people its so real..

rivka...
they are because..some people make them to be more powerful than they actually are..

January 29, 2007 10:58 PM  
Blogger Lady-Light said...

Omigosh. I think I'm your mother.

January 30, 2007 2:42 AM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

LadyLight..
lol
Hi Mom

January 30, 2007 8:37 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

Hey larry...
I dont know that story..I'll look it up.

January 31, 2007 8:31 PM  
Blogger anonym00kie said...

creeeepyyyy

February 01, 2007 2:23 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

mookie...
hehe

February 01, 2007 4:38 PM  

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