4AM ramblings.
Dreams again….. What it’s not.
I know it’s hopeless to truly express the profound feelings of sorrow and sadness you feel when recalling someone you love and have lost to death. Words are vastly inadequate. Sadly, you must have experienced it to understand. It is for those heavy hearts I write.
For anyone and everyone who’s whose hopes and dreams vanished forever after being awakened by an urgent phone call or unwelcomed door bell in the middle of the night. For those who know what it is like to go softly to sleep in a safe and comfortable world and wake up on a different planet; a place where the normal laws of physics, faith and reason don’t apply.
It’s not the initial shock, anger and grief of tragedy that I refer to or the often horrifying details that are relived over and over in your head as if they occurred just a moment ago, though many years may have passed.
It’s not the cruel and brutal interruption of inspired plans and dreams.
It’s not the vivid memories of wonderful, magical days gone by. You still have them as you always did, except the sky seems softer blue, the grass sweeter green and the tears flow more freely.
It’s not the overwhelming sound of silence echoing down well worn hallways or the TV sleeping on the wall by the phone that lost its number.
