and in the darkness,
and in the distance.
It bares down upon us
inevitable.
We stand on the shore,
staunch,
steadfast.
We will survive this onslaught.
We will beat nature herself.
We will hold hands
and be stronger.
But in the silence
of the darkness
it roars from the future
moving ever toward the present.
Our tsuami.
Our great wave.
It comes to wash over us,
and to wash away
all we have ever known.
I wrote that last night. I had no idea the storm was so close.
He is gone.
In my mother's words: "He went to sleep and then he just slipped away from me."
She said he asked if I was back in town yet. She told him "No, she'll be here tomorrow." He said, "Okay."
I don't feel as if I missed saying goodbye. I think he said that to me a month ago.
We knew the depth of love between us. That will never be a question in my mind.
My poor sister. She said "I didn't tell him that I loved him last night." Oh baby, he knows. He knows.
I will drive to Houston tomorrow. I don't think I would do well on the road today.
There are moments when this hits me and moments still of disbelief.
I am tired now. I will try to sleep a while.
17 comments:
Thank you all a trillion times over.
Thank you for kindness and caring and hope. Thank you for not walking out when the walls started to shake and fall.
I will be in Houston for an undermined amount of time. I will continue life on the other side of that.
Until then - I love you all in a way I never knew I could. I am blessed by that and I am wholly aware of it.
May your new year be full of happy events, joy and luck.
All my love to each of you.
Aggie
All my love, dearest Agnes, strength and hugs too.
Aggie, my dad passed away when I was in Tennessee. He lived in Louisiana. Leaving that last time knowing I probably wouldn't see him alive again was one of the hardest things I've ever done. My dad never came to Tennessee to see me and see my life here. I'd like to imagine that he came to visit for the first time after his passing.
Thinking of you dearest woman with a heart of gold. As I've said many times, I'm here if you need me.
& my deepest condolences of course, x
Oh I'm so sorry, Agnes :hugs:
You have all my love and my deepest condolences. Take care and be careful.
Agnes, I am so very sorry.
I know that words cannot stop the hurting, but it is all we have.
My Dad died 15 years ago. We spent the last 31 days at the hospital, sleeping in a chair or in the floor. 3 days before he passed, he told me , he was sooo tired of being sick....
Dad was a strong Christian. He wasn`t afraid to die, just tired of fighting and wanted to go ''home''.
I believe he went ''home'' and his suffering ended. It would have been selfish of me to want him to stay here and suffer. I miss him alot ( still ), but I know that I will see him again.
God bless you and give you comfort and peace.
I just want you all to know that I'm reading your words and thinking of you all too. Thanks for being here.
Much Love
Aggie
The tears are falling - my heart is wrenched with yours. I'm so sad at your loss Aggie. Love T
Thinking of you sweetheart, x
Thinking of you too. Well, to be honest, thinking about part of you. :-D
Take care my sweet woman. I miss you terribly. 10pm. See you there.
my heart and thoughts are there for you and your family.
we'll all be here for you..
Love and hugs, thinking of you, x
I'm here keeping the house clean and warm awaiting your arrival. Godspeed. 10pm.
You and your family are in my prayers.
Oh my god Agnes. I am so sorry. I've been such a bad blogging friend lately...I finally get around to everyone's blogs and I find out that you've been going through the worst thing imaginable. I truly wish there was something more I could do for you. For now, know that you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. {{{Hugs}}}
Hope you are doing okay, sweet Agnes, thinking of you. Love & hugs, x
I cannot express my thanks. There are no words.
Trée thank you for an ounce of absolution. I feel my father is with me now. I have no guilt for not being there. He was alone with my Mother when he went, which is what I'm sure he wanted. Dad and I always knew exactly where we stood with each other - and that was a place of love and understanding.
Phred, I've learned a new empathy these past days. Thank you for sharing your story. I am glad for you that your father was "ready".
As a Christian, my father was too. As a man, he wasn't at all ready.
Linny, there simply isn't any such thing as a "bad blogging friend". We all have lives and we give when we can. It makes me happy to know you're buzzing around in life and being busy. That is a very good thing. Besides, I never doubted you were out there for one second. :)
Trace, Terry, Autumn, Christa, Abigail, Becky, J - the very thought that there are seven names above this sentence fills me with warmth. How very lucky am I to have so many friends?
I love you all dearly for being here and for sharing your hearts.
I've missed you terribly and hope to catch up with your worlds soon.
All my love to each of you.
Trée - we taught my 2yr old nephew to say "Look at the moon up in the sky." He chanted it for a solid hour while pointing up.
10pm has become quite a special time for me. Thank you for that.
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