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South of Moosonee 1

Updated: Mar 26, 2023


South of Moosonee

A -8/-16

Mom’s in the Hospital.

I went in to visit her.

She told me they tried to take her teeth out before she went into the operating room, they thought she had false teeth because they are so perfectly straight. Smiling is her superpower.

She said dad came and didn’t stay very long, he wanted her back home. She is not ready yet, she just got out of surgery. She seemed more angry than depressed. I think there is a history of her leaving the hospital too early, but I’m not sure what it is. They have a hidden life between them that comes out when they are mad at each other.

She talked about the woman beside her getting flowers…so I bought flowers, yellow ones. The flower woman asked who they were for and gave me a look when I said, “my mother.” I couldn’t tell if it was a good look for a thoughtful son, or a shitty look for a mommas’ boy. I had them delivered to her room. I don’t know shit about flowers, so I hope they are nice.

I’m a thoughtful son, and a mommas’ boy.

The house feels empty without her. She adds the color, my father creates the shape.

This is what happened.

A few nights ago, when Dad was in Timmins, mom came into my room and woke me up. She said she had a pain near her stomach and couldn’t stand straight. It took me a few seconds to figure out who was talking. She was hunched over and looked like some kind of evil creature with her crooked body and her fuzzy hair. I was out of it because I just took an Actifed and was in that sweet spot where your body starts to feel soft and comfortable. I got up and went downstairs with her. Each step was painful and slow. I felt a bit guilty about being impatient with her, wanting her to hurry up. We went into the living room, I put her down on the sofa. I was going to start the car and bring her to the hospital, but she said she would lie down on the couch and see if it went away. Being the lazy piece of shit that I am I didn’t argue with her and just went back to bed.

Later I could hear her yelling.

I went into the garage and started the blue bomb. I still had my pajamas on, the cold air grabbed every inch of my skin. You feel it on your face first, the sting on your cheeks and then the nose hairs freezing and then your lungs. Just don’t breathe in too deep or you’ll start coughing.

Luckily, I remembered to plug the car in, it started right away, letting off a cloud of exhaust that filled the garage. I thought about how nice it would be just to close the garage door and let it fill completely. To feel the carbon monoxide suck every bit of oxygen out of my body, fall asleep, never dream again.

After I snapped out of my death fantasy I went back into the house and helped my mom get up and into the car. I covered her with a blanket when she was in the car. She looked like one of the old women I’ve seen in my national geographic magazines, warn away by the elements, ready to die. While I was driving, I could see her bent over, breathing in slowly. The blanket going up and down then stopping while she held her breath. I fought my instinct to drive fast, it’s so easy to slide into a snowbank and get stuck. Who would help us at 3am?

I drove to the emergency entrance, down that little dip that lands you right in front of the door. It was locked, so I knocked on the door, then I rang the bell. I could see my mom staring at me, wondering what I could be doing wrong. No one came. I keep knocking and ringing the bell. Still, no one answered the door. My mom waved me into the car and told me to drive home, we would come back later. She said she felt better but I know she didn’t.

I hate this fucking town…


I think this helps, writing this, I think. Words are easy but people are hard. If I close my eyes, I can mold them with my inside voice. Putting an experience on paper, in words, helps my brain slow everything down. I can go back and re read it, experience it at a pace I can handle. That way I move the ugly bits around, chew on them.

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rangerman.yoshida
Mar 26, 2023

Really awesome writing enjoyed every word of it. Is South of Moosenee a book if so I will definitely read it

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Wellington Lambert
Wellington Lambert
May 10, 2023
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Thanks it will definitely be in book form one day. Thanks for reading.

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Wellington Lambert
Wellington Lambert
Mar 11, 2023

I fixed the reply button. Thanks for sharing my post, it helps me reach a larger audience 😀

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Frieda Nagel
Frieda Nagel
Mar 08, 2023

Wow Greg. Keep at it. I feel the bite. Looking forward to the meal. Loved you then. Love you still. Thanks for sharing this.

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Wellington Lambert
Wellington Lambert
Mar 11, 2023
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Thanks!

Leave me know your email or if your on face book let me know and I will tag you when I put out the next segment.

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smayer45
Mar 07, 2023

Love it! More please!

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jennifertai3
Mar 08, 2023
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Yes, what she says!!!

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