Sunday, November 30, 2014

To live with the darkness inside

Sunday, November 30, 2014

…Don't be afraid, the darkness you're in is no greater than the darkness inside your own body, they are two darknesses separated by a skin, I bet you've never thought of that, you carry a darkness about with you all the time and that doesn't frighten you...my dear chap, you have to learn to live with the darkness outside just as you learned to live with the darkness inside….

~Jose Saramago, All the Names, 1999

Friday, November 14, 2014

Last Goodbye

Friday, November 14, 2014

Early this morning I received word from my mother that my father has passed away. It’s over. He is no longer in pain. 

As I’m writing this, I’m trying not to feel anything—not the sorrow, not the anger, not the bitterness over losing someone who could’ve been and should’ve been, but wasn’t, a part of my life. It’s been months since I last saw my father. I felt even then that I will never see him again. That day we said our last goodbye.
 
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