How The Heart Defines Goodbye
Gotta Love Gram's Gams!
My Brother at Our Dad's Grave
There is a word, a thought, a feeling that, when contrived in permanence, can be consuming and overwhelming.
When this word is spoken with our lips we often don't convey the depth of the loss, that is apparent only to the speaker. A loss poured over a week, a month, a year, a lifetime. A loss realized through sleepless nights, or dreamless sleeps. Where one's existence is burdened with phantom pains that measure cannot contain. When memories can fill us with joy or consume us with heartache.
When felt in our being this word can bring us to our darkest places where we cannot escape ourselves but to dredge through the confines of our thoughts with the understanding that some things cannot be understood...like a mother burying her child.
There is tragedy in its simplicity. It does not know boundaries of race or sex or age. It can be as tangible as a baby in your arms or as elusive as the idea of hope or innocence.
When it is said, or thought, or felt, it changes you in ways that cannot always be expressed. You may be stronger but more sorrowful, wiser but less trusting, unburdened but lonely. When you say it and believe this word, it can release you without ever truly letting you go.