Dear Large Intestine Pt. 1
Dear Large Intestine,
Oh my dearly departed, there is so much I wish to say to you. I suppose I can best sum up my feelings with these three simple sentiments; I’m sorry. I miss you. I love you.
I have to start with I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you more when you were around. I thought we had time, a lifetime I figured. I took your for granted, all that you did, taking in, absorbing and releasing anything I threw your way. To be honest, I think I was always afraid of the job you did, afraid I might let go of something I needed or not get enough. Plus it was messy and I didn’t want to look. I got in the way, I challenged you from the start, I know. This body was your home, I was yours and you were mine and for a few decades we managed pretty well together. When things got hard you didn’t give up. You showed up everyday. You showed up sick, you showed up tired, you did your best to serve and protect. You didn’t judge me and I hated you. I hated your sensitivity and weakness. I hated your urgent needs and your agonizing pains. I showed you little mercy. I bullied you, called you names, disrespected you. I was scared when I should have shown you love. I wish I had thanked you more, listened to you more, made you feel more welcome and understood. Knew you more. You hung in as long as you could and ultimately fell upon your sword with grace and sorrow, sacrificing yourself so I could go on living. I think of our goodbye. I didn’t comfort you or tell you I love you. You didn’t have the resting place you deserve. I imagine your last moments, cut to pieces and tossed into a cold sterile bin somewhere so bright it felt dark. Looked upon as deadly, useless, diseased. My heart breaks for us. I wish I could have returned you to the earth, covered you in soil and ceremony. I failed you sweet Colon and not the other way around. I’m sorry.
Wherever you are…I hope you are at peace. Please always know that I am yours and you are mine forever.
Eternally yours, Cody
