They say time heals. I don't think time heals, it can't heal, it's just time. What you do with that time, that's what heals.
I thought that last night when I was remembering my dad, it was his birthday. I thought that last night when I remembered my son's teenage years. I thought that last night when I remembered my Aunt, my brother, and Patch, I even threw in my software career for good measure.
I'm not even sure why I'm not angry. I'm pretty sure that if I were, it'd be justified.
Then I came back from turning the lights off in the barn.
Having finished delivering the "lights out" hay, standing next to Texas, my hand resting on his rump, my head laid against the same, I wondered how, in the presence of the most forgiving animals on the planet, I thought I could justify my anger. I couldn't.
So tonight I'll go to bed and remember that for all the loss there is love and that is where, and how, time might actually heal
I thought that last night when I was remembering my dad, it was his birthday. I thought that last night when I remembered my son's teenage years. I thought that last night when I remembered my Aunt, my brother, and Patch, I even threw in my software career for good measure.
I'm not even sure why I'm not angry. I'm pretty sure that if I were, it'd be justified.
Then I came back from turning the lights off in the barn.
Having finished delivering the "lights out" hay, standing next to Texas, my hand resting on his rump, my head laid against the same, I wondered how, in the presence of the most forgiving animals on the planet, I thought I could justify my anger. I couldn't.
So tonight I'll go to bed and remember that for all the loss there is love and that is where, and how, time might actually heal
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