My brother in laws mom passed away yesterday. These are just the thoughts that have been surfacing. There is no one way to respond to loss like death, other to be in it.
This kind of pain, you can touch it
It is the twisting, wrenching,
It is how the pain inflicts so much that we cannot be still
But yet we cannot accomplish anything
The loss just pulls on us
Makes us weary
Draws us in
And for a moment life is a film void of sound
We move slower and speak less
For words cannot withstand the weight of the moment
How many times must we remind ourselves of what we can not bear to swallow?
How many times before our hearts can take it in?
Not yet, not yet.
1 comment:
Man... loss hurts. Life's got a way of stealing your song sometimes.
I don't know how to link to your blog... i'm as clueless as you! Let's finish our conversation soon... you know how sometimes you're just not ready to answer "how are you doing?" on the spot? that's how I was on the phone. Sorry!
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