The deafening silence which feels like a vacuum.
Sometimes you can hear your heartbeat from the inside. It is a strange feeling too. I wonder what it would be like when it finally stops. Lub dub lub dub lub dub without a break for over 30 years, feels like quite alot.
And then the amtrak blows its horn... and I feel my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach.
The horn almost sounds like a guttural cry - for the dreams shattered, the plans destroyed, the love - not lost, but tender. Have you ever known the kind of love that hurts because there is so much of it but it has nowhere to go? I hear that's what grief is - a lot of love with nowhere to go.
And I think if you have known it, you should consider yourself lucky. Nothing in this world lasts forever and that in itself is often a mercy. So be grateful for the experiences and good memories and take life as it comes - one day at a time.
The horn almost sounds like a guttural cry - for the dreams shattered, the plans destroyed, the love - not lost, but tender. Have you ever known the kind of love that hurts because there is so much of it but it has nowhere to go? I hear that's what grief is - a lot of love with nowhere to go.
And I think if you have known it, you should consider yourself lucky. Nothing in this world lasts forever and that in itself is often a mercy. So be grateful for the experiences and good memories and take life as it comes - one day at a time.
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