Thursday, August 30, 2007

The waiting

When you know someone is going to die soon, the waiting curls up inside your body. It feels like a wet rag or sponge. There it expands until you think you can't take it anymore. Then the person dies. Then you are left with a black hole and nothing to fill it with.


Erin said...

This is very wise, very well-stated, and very true.

ggw07 said...

This is true. If you are lucky, in time the empty hole of grief refills and floods with memory, drip by drip.

Anonymous said...

Yes. Divorce is like that, too. Teagrapple

MarianV said...

Theresa, I am sorry to hear that some one close to you has passed away. MarianV

Jim Matthews said...

I'm so sorry.

emmapeelDallas said...

I remember the great scene in Terms of Endearment, after Emma has died, and her mother says "What was I thinking? I was thinking it would be a relief, but she's gone!" I've paraphrased it badly, I'm afraid, but you get the's always hard to lose someone...

GreenishLady said...

I'm so sorry to hear that you have experienced such a loss.



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