When life touches death…..
I’m not sure who is trying to send me a sign via signs. But they seem to be popping up everywhere. Either that or I’m just noticing them more as I slip in and out of my haze.
I saw this today…..
I’m not sure what the preacher is going to say, but I know what I think.
When life touches death, it turns the sun and the sky a hazy shade of blackish-gray.
It turns the nights long and sleepless, every sound magnified as if ghosts are walking the halls where the ones you love used to tread.
It turns ” I don’t know” into ” I really don’t care” with a side of “Can’t everyone just leave me alone with my misery?”
And then it starts to trick you.
It lets the sun break through, it might even let a bird sing and a smile and a laugh run fleetingly across your lips.
It lets you think that maybe you are getting better, that the hurt can’t ever hurt that bad again, at least not quite so much.
But never long enough for you to get comfortable.
“Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!”
And in you go again, and again, and again.
I don’t think I know what the Sunday message will be for a lot of people, but I know what it’s been for me.
When life meets death here on this earth?
It’s hell.
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No words, little one. Hurting here with you, wishing I had meaningful comfort.
Thank you. : ) Just the fact that you are here for me is much comfort in itself.
If I can ever meet someone like Harry potter and find a magic way to take your pain away, I’d do it in a second.
Kim, I know exactly what you feel. But I can tell that you are not sinking back in as far as you were. The pain is still there, but you are going forward.
I see the signs of happiness in you. The sadness and pain is still there, but you’re natural zest is showing through.
Now, don’t you go and get all guilty on me because you have happy times and think it’s wrong. Don’t make me come over there and kick your butt.
All I have for you is lots of ((cyber hugs) Cozzie. I think of you every day and hope and pray for some peace and happiness for you.
I cannot disagree with you on this.
I cannot say something positive to help you look at a brighter side.
Almost three years later, our home remains in a constant state of mourning.
I read that a little differently. I think there is a difference between when “life touches death” and when “death touches life”.
I think you’re describing exactly what happens when death touches life.
I was with my father the week that life touched death. I still maintain it was the worst and best week with my family. He saw the other side often during that week. There is no doubt in my mind. He spoke to people, and it was always someone in our family that had passed away. Some skeptics claim it’s hallucinations, but why would hallucinations only take the form of people who are no longer with us in this life? Nothing and no one can convince me that he was not straddling the fence between this life and the next.
It was the most beautiful, horrific thing I have ever experienced. Life touching death can be beautiful, even when the pain is unbearable.
Death touching life is absolute hell just as you describe. It’s what we who are left here experience. My dad saw beauty on the other side.
I know you were hit hard twice. It’ll take awhile to find the sun again, but you will find it. For tonight, I just wish you a little peace, and a bit of strength to face tomorrow. There are no magic words and let no one tell you that it’s time you stop grieving, everyone has to take it on their own schedule.