Marta Marta Marta

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MARTA is the mass transit train system in Atlanta. They just upgraded the ticketing system. It was totally free for about 6 weeks, no ticket kiosks, or need for tickets, just walk through the turnstiles ... crazy stupid. I have sworn off using Marta several times and I still find myself back on it... We have been ridiculed, and been made very uncomfortable and worried about our safety a number of times. But it continues to be the best option getting to and from the ATL airport. I take the train from Doraville to the Airport. The entire length of the Gold Line. The city (I guess) is trying to get MARTA a bit more orderly before the FIFA events in Atlanta this year. They have a lot of work to do. Although I saw a few more security/MARTA Police and quasi security foilks, the same crazy bullshit is still happening. It is home to people who want to stay cool or get warm during the operaing hours. It's not a place to be... its a place to travel. The unmedicated mentally ill folks se...

Helen Elizabeth Raymond Dowdell

My Mom died today.

It happens. It is the way it is supposed to happen. I am her son, always. Our human lives are physical/emotional, everything else is an abstraction (unless you are from some sort of lizard species).

Looking through some photos today, I decided I liked this one for my blog (originally posted in Sept 28, 2009). The subtlety in this pic (looking very closely) is that in my Mom's gaze is an aviation NAVAID "the white thing" usually invisible when flying.

I have faith. The same faith you feel when your foot hits the floor getting out of bed or when you make a turn in traffic. I will grow my faith. I will drive and pull as I did as they all did as they prayed for my survival when I was born. God bless us all.

Throughout my life I was reminded from strangers that MY Mom was a genuine caring healthcare provider. She sincerely touched thousands of lives in Western, NY. They may not remember her name. They will somehow remember her care. Today, it seems these days are very far gone. My Mom brought her tough days at work home with her. Sometimes she brought the traces of blood and vomit on her uniform. If your Mom or loved one died that day, my family felt it. I never met you. I feel for you and your suffering. It is something we carry with our everyday dishes and silverware. I still use those plates and silverware. Her obituary is short and forthcoming. I love you all.

Comments

John McKinney said…
Sorry for your loss Charlie!
Anonymous said…
Here is a great example from upstate NY of Nursing gone right. Let us all remember while all the technology of health care is being promoted there is an aspect that few champion in todays thinking. Love and Caring. (I hope the link works, but the should help in text)


http://www.syracuse.com/state/index.ssf/2015/09/upstate_ny_woman_severely_burned_as_baby_finds_nurse_who_cared_for_her_through_f.html

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