Mary and I, 7 Years ago on a cruise from Boston to Bermuda
She had a kind soul and would have given you the shirt off her back. She was funny and had a feisty side to her that could not be put down. She called me on that fateful morning of 9/11 and asked me to come home and be with her, she was so saddened by the horror that she witnessed that morning on the T.V. She would have been 41 this December.
Same trip, arriving in Bermuda.
Sadly, Mary had a problem with drinking which grew steadily worse, compounding her problems she was in a serious accident and had to have emergency brain surgery...After her surgery, for a short while, she returned to being the beautiful butterfly I'd first fell in love with.
They had shaved half of her hair off when they performed her brain surgery, I shaved the rest off and told her she was as cute as a button with short hair. She was, but she never believed it. She started drinking again, wouldn't eat and became a hermit. I couldn't get her out in public without a fight and she called cabs to have them deliver liquor to the apartment when I was at work.
I couldn't get her to change, Her family tried and could not help her. On September 29th. 2004 I got a call at work that she had died. She had a seizure in our living room. A friend was there with her and for that I was grateful. She wasn't alone. I don't miss Mary the Hermit but I do miss Mary the Butterfly.
My friend Allen Estes called to give me his condolences a few days later. I wasn't home and our message machine came on. Mary had recorded the message. Allen was taken aback, but what happened was that it helped him to write a song. Allen is a singer and song writer.
You can listen to his song here: Mary's Phone Machine
Mary would be happy that a song about her was on a benefit album for the victims of the Katrina hurricane. She wouldn't agree with the lyrics but then she was in denial
The CD: After The Storm Volume #1
Whenever I see a butterfly I think of her.
They had shaved half of her hair off when they performed her brain surgery, I shaved the rest off and told her she was as cute as a button with short hair. She was, but she never believed it. She started drinking again, wouldn't eat and became a hermit. I couldn't get her out in public without a fight and she called cabs to have them deliver liquor to the apartment when I was at work.
I couldn't get her to change, Her family tried and could not help her. On September 29th. 2004 I got a call at work that she had died. She had a seizure in our living room. A friend was there with her and for that I was grateful. She wasn't alone. I don't miss Mary the Hermit but I do miss Mary the Butterfly.
My friend Allen Estes called to give me his condolences a few days later. I wasn't home and our message machine came on. Mary had recorded the message. Allen was taken aback, but what happened was that it helped him to write a song. Allen is a singer and song writer.
You can listen to his song here: Mary's Phone Machine
Mary would be happy that a song about her was on a benefit album for the victims of the Katrina hurricane. She wouldn't agree with the lyrics but then she was in denial
The CD: After The Storm Volume #1
Whenever I see a butterfly I think of her.
