Friday, July 30, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
r.i.p. forever
We came home to the front porch decorated in neatly arranged flower bouquets with little tags attached. "Our deepest sympathy..." "We are gravely sorry..." etc etc. This was reality.
It's weird when something tragic happens; you expect things to change right away. The whole car ride home I thought so many things would be different as soon as we pulled into the driveway, but when we opened the door to our silent sleeping house, nothing had changed at all. The bathing suit I had forgotten was still hanging on the drying rack, remnants of the batches of rice krispe treats we excitedly prepared for the coming week were still scattered on the counter, and my breakfast dish from the morning we left was still waiting in the sink, this was my life before it happened. It was distant and almost impossible to recall. This life was full of love; summer cook outs and water fights, homemade spaghetti and lemon sticks. The memories played over and over again in my head as I toured my unrecognizable house. It was as if time had stood still in this house. Things that were once normal seemed lost in the layers and layers of time and emotion, they were intangible, unthinkable.
My family and I stood at the foot of the casket where she rested, finally out of her misery. Each person came by reciting the same lines as on the flower tags on the porch and the sympathy cards that would come through the mail in the coming days.
Then it was our turn. We thanked her one last time, though no thanks could ever suffice; told her we loved her one last time, though no word could ever be strong enough; and then closed the casket, knowing she'll never truly be gone. <3
It's weird when something tragic happens; you expect things to change right away. The whole car ride home I thought so many things would be different as soon as we pulled into the driveway, but when we opened the door to our silent sleeping house, nothing had changed at all. The bathing suit I had forgotten was still hanging on the drying rack, remnants of the batches of rice krispe treats we excitedly prepared for the coming week were still scattered on the counter, and my breakfast dish from the morning we left was still waiting in the sink, this was my life before it happened. It was distant and almost impossible to recall. This life was full of love; summer cook outs and water fights, homemade spaghetti and lemon sticks. The memories played over and over again in my head as I toured my unrecognizable house. It was as if time had stood still in this house. Things that were once normal seemed lost in the layers and layers of time and emotion, they were intangible, unthinkable.
My family and I stood at the foot of the casket where she rested, finally out of her misery. Each person came by reciting the same lines as on the flower tags on the porch and the sympathy cards that would come through the mail in the coming days.
Then it was our turn. We thanked her one last time, though no thanks could ever suffice; told her we loved her one last time, though no word could ever be strong enough; and then closed the casket, knowing she'll never truly be gone. <3
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