Horrific Unnecessary Loss
My daughter’s mother tragically, unexpectedly died. Wailing, keening pain of loss and bitter realizations of the senselessness.
My daughter struggles, and bravely, impressively deals. Funeral arrangements made, decisions being decided. All while fighting off the most immense waves of pain. Poignant moments of “My mother will never see my children” sweep her off her feet. Thoughts of We will never go to Chestnut Hill again” brutalize and dash her to the rocks. She crawls her way out of despair each time. Back into being an adult. My child. Whom I watch, helpless to take any of this pain from. Helpless to do anything to shelter my child. Just a witness to tragedy. At times clinging to her Aunts, Grandmother, Step-mother. Finding comfort in their arms. Then coming back out to deal with whats next.
What a long hard day yesterday was. Burnt out. Just need a hug myself. A place to crawl into for a little while and be safe to feel. And everyone has been great. Many words coming my way from friends new and old. They all help. But sometimes you need Skin not Words. Last night, eyes, burning love across a screen. Holding.
And this morning an unexpected gift. From a Twitter Poet. Words with skin. Please listen. Words follow the “more” but please listen as you read…
Tragedy’s Room by Jessica Kristie