Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Everything around me speaks of loss.


What is it about
today, not yet laid down flat,
going through its fretful fits
eating
defecating
dreaming of this
and that
not
one thing
listed on the to do list
taking the place of another
cleaning, driving
paying bills
opening and closing doors
lying through punctuation marks
boasting
begging-what makes it
interchangeable with any
other day
except
on this day,
(a year plus one half)
on this day
you were still alive.

11 comments:

  1. My heart goes out to you ... I know there are no words to make it better ... I hope you will be able to be blanketed by love ... your posts about your son are beautiful tributes and filled with love. What a fine young man! What a spectacular mom!

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  2. lying through punctuation marks...ha...i like that....of course your closing lines were like a hammer to the heart....life keeps moving further from that point but...hugs

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  3. While Brian's tragic loss -- a loss no parent should ever have to bear -- will always be with you, I hope, as the years pass, that you will feel increasing peace with the time before and the time after. Your heartbreak is so palpable and so understandable, Rosaria. He was such a wonderful son with a life that was just beginning in so many ways. I'm sure he felt blessed to have you as a mother and that all the love and joy that you shared will also be with you forever.

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  4. I am not alone. That makes me feel better. My thoughts mirror yours. I find myself remembering things by whether they happened before or after Julie's death. I look at photos of my face and see a face I no longer recognize because everything changed on that terrible day.

    Sending love and hugs your way.

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  5. I am so sorry for your loss. I'm sure you miss him everyday.

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  6. ohhhhhhhhhhh..... (((((((((((Rosaria))))))))))))))

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  7. I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. Gosh, and you can still produce beauty through your pain. I'm with you and your family.

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  8. The date of my sons death also marks the divide of my life as it was and as it is. Still we must go on making the best of it for the sake of others...

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  9. you are ten feet tall. you are ten inches. you are ten feet tall, my dear friend))))

    xo
    erin

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