The Lawnmower Man–A Reprise

I posted this story about one of my patients about a year ago. Not many of you were around then, so I decided to give it another run in the likely case that you missed it the first time.

I think “Mr. Skinner” would approve.

4 Comments

  1. Brady

    A moving story. The dream part makes me want to take a nap…

  2. Mike the Eyeguy

    Sweet dreams, Brady.

  3. Jon

    Never thought of having your memories to reflect on. Guess people would never age.

  4. Mike the Eyeguy

    Jon, that is an interesting notion. Would the faces of the past be “frozen in time” or would somehow the amazing and malleable human mind “construct” new visages that reflected the passing of the years?

    My nephew died when he was 10-years-old; all my sons were younger than he was at the time. Now they are older and the face of A. on the picture on our fridge remains as it was in 1998. It is an odd thing when one thinks about it.

    But once I had the most amazing dream–I saw A. as a young man in his 20s. He was taller, more muscular and smiling. In my dream I exclaimed, “A., you’re alive,” and it was indeed him. He didn’t speak. He simply took my head in his hands, leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

    To this day, I believe this was a grace from God, a glimpse through a small peephole of eternity and a sighting of the way that things will be.

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