Prose, Our last Moments Together.

My Tom with Sammie Jeeps.

Always together as one. I was with you, not sure of what was to happen. Ready to help, not knowing how. Listening carefully to your needs. Watching. Blocking, bracing my mind, paying attention institutionally. We had not been to this point before in “this position”. There are not instructions. Just a limbo land of waiting and being together. You did not talk of it, nor did I, we talked around it. Making sure things were done, assurances. I loved you even more, more precious you became. We had gone to the bed to settle in. We talked, you did not feel right, harder to breathe, you said and went to the bathroom, came back, sat on the bed then wanted to return to the bathroom. I followed. We talked in short sentences, I don’t recall about what now__Only your skin had turned from a pink flush from when you were on the edge of the bed to a pale yellow in the bathrooms light___ Like bruised skin___ just before the bruise fades. I thought___If someone is going to die they don’t walk___his lungs are not getting air to his body. I thought of a battery. Not good! Not good! My mind shouted. You stood from where you sat on the flush, you stepped forward, your legs gave slowly out, and so you sat on the floor. You said, “I can’t get up by myself, I wondered how I would get you up, I did not think I could. You said, “I don’t have the strength.” I sat on the flush. I said, “I will call the ambulance. You need help.” We spoke, I don’t recall about what. I noticed you needed help and so I cleaned you___. I could not get your shorts back up. I sat down. I called “them” and unlocked the door and returned to you. I leaned you against me telling you I love you! And kissed the side of your face. Hugging your shoulder to my knee so we would touch. We waited together like this. I think “Where you die does not matter. What matters is I am here with him!” I would never let him be alone. I let myself hope a little while waiting. “Not yet! Please not yet!” Numbing myself, bracing myself. They came, they talked with you to learn where you were at. You did not respond well. I talked. They talked more, you sat, you looked up slightly up ward as if seeing someone, and then slumped over on your side. I knew you were dying. I think your parents came for you when you looked up just a little, they were there, and you were ok to go. Gentle guidance had me leave to make room for them to “work on you”. Appreciated, they went through their routine. I sat on the couch and talked to “our Jacobie.” She stayed with me on the phone, she talked to them___. The usual parade of people, strategically coming as needed. Time slowed___. They asked more questions__ comforted me and then you and they were gone. What do I do now? Now I am alone____. It’s been a year since you’ve been gone.

Pejj Nunes


By Pejj Nunes

I live in Southern Maine. I am the owner of Anisette Studios. My website is Here you can view and purchase Shibui, sign up for my newsletters, blog, and read articles about Shibui Found Image Art. Patrons get great deals several times a year and special items at times. My site makes it easy to contact me. My primary art form is Shibui Found Image Art. Shibui begins with action art and stems from the imagination. It is like seeing something in the clouds or solving a puzzle. Its creative process has its own rules and requires what I call reverse engineering due to a lack of an understructure and purely out of the imagination. In addition to those who patron me, my target groups are those who use art therapy. I will soon be teaching live. Contact me if you would like to learn live. I use Zoom. I request that although my art, other images, and what I write is now published by me here on WordPress; I do ask you do not to use my artwork, poetry, or the information about Shibui Found Image Art without my permission. I am quite available to make such requests. I wish to share the following: The existentialist philosopher Simone de Beauvoir wrote a book called The Ethics of Ambiguity. In it, she lays out a guiding ethic in response to the philosophy of existentialism. It might be somewhat familiar to you already. She writes, “To will oneself free is also to will others free. This will is not an abstract formula. It points out to each person concrete action to be achieved.” Best wishes to all! Have good times and keep safe! Pejj

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