If I sit still and quietly here in the darkness maybe the grief of losing someone won’t find me, if even for a moment. The absence of a being so small, yet so magnificent has caused a rupture in my existence.
No Man’s Land. Where neither life nor death exists. For how can life exist when someone is gone, yet knowing I am still alive. Forced to keep on moving forward with the time that is unrelenting, it does not stop, while for me it has come to a brutal standstill. There is only the past of her existence, and the present of her loss. How can one move forward when there is no future for another. The clock keeps ticking but the atoms that make up my existence have stopped moving. Thousands of miles away, a precious human being I never met, yet I can’t stop thinking about, is gone.
‘A life well lived’ it is said of those who have gone to rest at a mature age, but what can be said of someone who was just beginning to live?
“… and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” But in the meantime, we mourn, we cry, we writhe in pain for the former things still are.
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