Loss

Feb 28, 2007

Today the sun rises with a dark vale. Half awake , half asleep, surprised out of REM only to hear bad news. "Something has happened," my aunt says "we have to go." My clouded taughts soon become as blank as a white sheet of paper. There is a tension in the air yet the morning fog is so Thick you can hardly see two cars in front of you. My mind became reactive and filled with taughts.
When we finally heard the news; old memories and wounds reappeared. Tears wanted to consume me yet i could not let them out. I restrained myself thinking all the while of life's Irony.
When she chose to bitch slap you in the face, she has no mercy.
I find myself remembering my mother, my uncle then my grandfather, from my father's side all of whom which have already passed away. But what worries me more are the ones left behind. I worry of how my aunt feels, the dredging up of not so old memories. Yet she understands this pain far better than than i ever could. I console myself in the taught that i do not suffer alone, There are many who know this pain, this is what brings me closer to them.
And so i go on for their sakes as well as my own.