He is gone, just like the soft rain that accompanied me driving to the airport this morning. No dramas there - after all the whole family was there. The only thing that betrayed my emotion was my not being able to say anything when he hugged me and asked me to take care of myself. For the fear of breaking down. I just nodded. The son hugged me too, and asked me to follow, what could I say. I watched them until they just became dots, him the bigger one.
It is only on the way back, in the privacy of my car, when I saw a plane overhead that I finally shed my tears, although not as much as I thought I would. The one-hour driving helped. The grey-blue morning light filtered by the rain helped too. It wasn't so bad. I will live. Time will heal. It's just 3 years.
Tomorrow it will be 2 years and 364 days...
9 comments:
Why don't you go and visit? or meet somewhere else?
....and..look at it this way: at least there is someone in your life who gives you this much passion and longing. most people spend a whole lifetime and never experience such emotions and find someone who would be the object of such desire. consider yourself lucky.
This is so scary, you are starting to sound like one of my friends! Are you? :)
maybe i am, maybe not! you are the one to judge if i am deemed to be a friend...but take a guess and a wild one at that!
i don't have friends who write at 2 or 4 in the morning. they are not nocturnal! hmmmm...
think again...
really don't know.
you'll learn in time...
when i am 60? :)
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