Sometimes all you need is time. Time to be alone, time to be quiet, and time to think – time away from the daily interference that is life. This is exactly what I needed and is the reason for my short absence. I’m sure that it was unnoticeable to most, but it has made a notable difference in myself.
Two weeks ago yesterday, I received a phone call from my mother which made my heart stop for what seemed like minutes, but was perhaps just a second or two. While the outward appearance of this conversation may have seemed very ordinary, I battled with my inner emotions, to keep them from spilling out over the surface. As I walked to work along the packed, sun drenched beach, my mother told me the news. My father had just had a stroke. As I took my next step, my knees buckled and I dropped my phone. I knew I needed to stop, so I sat on the sand, choking on the lump that was forming in my throat. It was impossible for me to hide the tears now, they were streaming down my face from under my sunglasses. I told her I would call her back as I could no longer get the words out of my mouth.
My fingers fumbled over the screen of my sand-covered phone, trying desperately to write a text message to Rob. All I could manage was, ‘Dad had another stroke’. You see, to hear this news once is bad enough, but to hear it for a second time and to know that this time it’s worse is absolutely terrifying. I sat on the sand staring blankly at the sea, watching every small wave as it crashed down onto the sand of the shore. It was a poetic metaphor if ever I could have picked one. The noise of the people around me became almost non-existent. I knew it was there but couldn’t hear, nor decipher any part of it. It was almost like I was sat in a bubble.
I stood up and dusted myself down. My legs were still a little shaky as I continued my walk to work, Rob’s text messages urging me not to go in, but I had a ten-hour shift ahead and needed the money so desperately. To any other person, this would seem a ridiculous way to think but the mind can do some funny things when it’s hit with mild personal trauma. The people walking along the promenade split in front of me as I walked towards them, like they knew. I guess it was fairly obvious as my tear-stained face would have given it all away. I arrived at work, took a seat at the very back table in the restaurant and let it all come flooding out. My mind was now awash with what to do next; Do I stay and work? Should I get the next train home? The duty manager took me outside to have a strong coffee and a cigarette. We sat in practical silence. I think we uttered all of about five words between us. She knew I couldn’t work and so did I.
As I sat in the taxi on my way home, I planned out when I would go to visit. I knew that nothing I did now would make any difference to his recovery, but it didn’t make me feel any better. In fact it just confirmed how useless I felt being so far away, and that even if I had been there, how useless I would have been still.
When I answered the phone, it was like I knew what was coming next. I knew that it would be bad news and a part of me was already at the conclusion that it was the worst news. As I said before, your mind can work in funny ways. After smoking another cigarette on the wall outside our flat in the sunshine, I laid on the sofa staring blankly once more, this time at the ceiling of our lounge. Rob was talking to me and a part of my brain was digesting it, though it felt like my brain was sinking sand and his words were my body slowly drowning in it. His mum and her partner came round to the flat and expressed their sympathy. By then I was thinking more clearly. We all headed out to Durlston Country Park. I took my camera with me, I don’t know why I thought this would be a good idea at the time, but it was. It formed a layer of armour around me, like my sunglasses had done earlier that same morning. I hid my emotions behind the lens of my camera and took over a hundred photographs of the landscape and scenery.
It was the time that I needed to gain perspective on things, to be able to think clearly and to process what had just happened. Sitting on the cliff top, with the world just passing me by.
I visited my dad in hospital three days later, by which time he had made a remarkable recovery. But seeing the sorry state of some of the patients on the ward really hit home as to how serious it was and had been. It was the eye-opener I needed. I realise now that family is an invaluable commodity in life, one that should be cherished with every fibre of your being, and petty disagreements from the past or present should be forgotten about. You need to enjoy your life, and live it to its fullest, sharing every aspect of your life with others and especially your loved ones. Life is short, and you only get one go at it.