I waited for the argot of the grieving.
Most of the initial talk carried on in
tones of condolence—sincere attempts
to ease the sting after the thief’s slap.
Yet most of it kicks against the pricks.
But last night my widowed mother stood
in the shadow of her father-stolen son,
the two of us hesitant to spring clocks
forward for our deepest wish is to fall back.
The little things’ll make me miss him most.
She gingerly unfolded an ad she’d torn
from the Sunday paper revealing a leather
vest—the kind Wayne wore, cut for a big man.
She thought to order it for him, a surprise.
We didn’t see time changing so quickly.
Words fail, yet you have used them well.
I really appreciate this one, John.
Oh, how poignant!
I would so like to take a tenth of the pain away for all of you and also tell you it will get better. The 12 th this month will be 16 years and the sting is almost as strong as then – so try to keep one foot in front of the other and kick the rock in the road til you get to heaven and praise God for all the memories that will come . God Bless and keep Mrs. Anna close.
“Yet most of it kicks against the pricks.” Poignant. May you and mom be comforted.
My heart’s breaking for you, brother.
Kick that rock! Keep kicking rocks.
When my family tells me they love me, I reply with, ‘I love you more’. Rest assured, David loved you guys more. He was so proud of his family, it showed in every Christmas letter, every email, every text. I can’t tell you ‘time’ will ease your pain, it won’t, you just learn to live with it, but I hope it helps to know a lot of us are heartbroken and holding you tight as you grieve.
Love you! Lynda
Damn. That sums it up.
No words. Thank you for yours. Prayers.
Grief has it’s own time table, you can’t do anything about it. Blessings
Yes, the little things! It hurts terribly and it will hit you often. Hug your mama.
Prayers. So many prayers.
Love this one! Thank you! My prayers are with you!