Posted in crossroads, death, Developmental disability, disability rights, family, history, Self-advocacy, Temporal Lobe Epilepsy

Crossroads #05 (Self-Advocacy Sunday)

A walkway leads out into a desert within pink sand, with a sign with arrows pointing both directions sideways. Letters matching the pink sand read "Crossroads."
Crossroads in the California desert.

Dear Cheryl,

Your bone resonance exists unseen
By those who can only
Read the words
On gravestones
Without feeling
The bones underneath

The grave of my dad’s aunt Voicy — he was close to her, she was more like a sister in age (my dad was 1941-2014). May they both rest in peace, and her husband as well. The gravestone is in Rose Bud, White County, Arkansas.
My great-aunt Voicy.
(I think. I’m faceblind and
some memorial websites get her and her
mom confused. I honored both of them
in my name change.)

They would have it
That you were a crip
And only a crip
You almost believed them
And were probably afraid
To say what you may have suspected

But your bones know better
And so do I

Spoken from the bone,
Mel

Author:

Hufflepuff. Came from the redwoods, which tell me who I am and where I belong in the world. I relate to objects as if they are alive, but as things with identities and properties all of their own, not as something human-like. Culturally I'm from a California Okie background. Crochet or otherwise create constantly, write poetry and paint when I can. Proud member of the developmental disability self-advocacy movement. I care a lot more about being a human being than I care about what categories I fit into.

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