I have a friend, her name is Marcia Rose, she is in Ohio, I am in Texas.
She got sick about 15 years ago at the young age of 35, no doctor was able to tell her what was wrong.
Test after test, as her healthy slowly ebbed from her body, she said it was Lyme Disease, the doctors said no.
We lost touch, I moved in 2002, she stayed. Life goes on.
I’d reach out, only to find silence on her end.
I continued trying, she finally responded.
When we first spoke, she said, “I don’t remember you.”
Heartbroken with the reality of her ravaged mental state, I became a storyteller.
She was the most popular girl in college, sought after by friends and lovers alike.
Talented with old wisdom, touched by beauty, a savior of lost souls.
We’ve been in touch the past 4 years, I’ve tried to help from afar. Listened to her plea for adult diapers, a medical support team. Hours spent at my computer, looking, searching, buying, sending, calling once a day.
Conversations are now limited to a random soft response, she is slowly leaving us.
Marcia Rose has desired leaving her body, this place for years, it will be a release from daily suffering, trapped in a body that no longer works, a mind that struggles to connect thoughts and fading memories.
I spoke to her partner last night, the sobbing, the pain that dwells in the center of one’s heart
I sat down with my guitar to work on something, instead as tears began their dance of grief, this song wrapped itself around me.
It’s for Marcia Rose, a song of farewell, a traveling song as she is soon to be lifted by the Angels.
Safe Travels my friend, I shall keep you with me always.
Much Love, your forever friend. #girlwithguitar