THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JAMES OLHAUSEN(
I
James was shy all the days of his life.
It was his cross to bear; it cut a wide swathe through his childhood;
It robbed him of a rowdy, high-spirited, daring adolescence;
It landed him in the Army at 18, sans high school diploma
Leaving Mom to a long vigil thirsting for news, eager for the mail
every letter written on tissue-thin paper,
words cut out creating a mask
crafting holes for eyes, conjuring a plaything for young children.
II
Momma made bombs at the munitions plant,
a proud member of the “grave yard” shift, acquiescing to a mandatory vaccination though the idea of injections caused anxiety.
She wrote the word “James” on bombs before they left the bay.
Four years later we lived in a different town;
we were the Methodist minister’s family
moving is what we did. It was 1945
James returned from war.
We danced in the streets
We freed Dinkey the Donkey
from his back yard prison
We sang “When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again”.
III
His timidity survived combat, it came home with him.
He spoke very little of his battlefield experiences,
of his exploits as an Army medic
of his own frontline wounds.
In our new town he met Benny, a vet like himself;
the friendship was immediate and resilient
On the streets of Bemis they trolled for girls together;
they landed a couple.
The day before Thanksgiving and two weeks after they meet
The couples eloped to Mississippi
Where marriage could happen with no waiting period
And with the speed of wind they were wed.
IV
For James and his bride
It was an ill-fated, star-crossed marriage, from the beginning
She was flamboyant, flashy, bent toward extremes;
He was quiet, shy, an introvert, wanting to be unnoticed.
The young war vet and the younger factory worker
married in the fire of their youth,
It was illusion; there was no divorce,
but happily every after remained elusive.
The day she died was an ordinary day
except the dying, and when her breathe was done
a widower was left to doubt, to question,
to hold regret and sorrow close, not giving them voice.
V
Ignorant of the length of time’s uncertain span
Goaded by doubt and hope
He reached out to Helen,
the torch of his high school years grown old.
The connection was made, the flame lit.
Standing at the cusp of old age
Each knowing love for the first time — and for the last time
James and Helen were married.
Happily ever after was in full bloom.
Love and joy and contentment once so beyond reach
engulfed their lives as only old age love can do,
and so it was for almost a decade.
VI
Five years since his heart surgery
Relaxing on the sofa with his beloved at his side.
He was tired, he felt a little weak
a short respite would do.
Stretched long upon the lounger
his departure was so still
the distance he had traveled
did not at first appear.
His coming back seemed possible
In those early empty years
grief sat heavy, ousted by despair, replaced by hope
learning to love life again.