I’ll never forget Jean or ‘Smiffie’ as she was affectionately known. There was little knowledge of her past bar that she had been institutionalised at eleven, seemingly for promiscuous behaviour and spent the majority of her remaining life in a psychiatric hospital. She came to us in her mid-fifties and was instantly adored by staff and fellow residents alike.
She was damaged of course and had frantically hung on to a certain kind of sanity by inventing a husband whom she talked to often. She also adored cats and loving her as I did; I gave her a cat ornament that was very special to me, but she was more special.
I will never forget her funeral. Having no relatives her burial was provided by the city. Torrential rain had created a puddle into which her casket was lowered, even death held no dignity for her, and I was heartbroken.
Sky full of sadness,
rains a cascade of teardrops,
a sorrowful parting.
Bjorn at dVerse has us writing a haibun, its theme being that of water and above is my offering. Cheers Bjorn!
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Author: Pridatko Oleksandr