The heat feels oppressive.
The gardens are full.
Corn stalks and tobacco block my view at nearly every stop sign.
The kids bickering is overwhelming.
I freeze in the bookstore as the air-conditioning is blowing at full blast.
All is normal. But my heart-it breaks all over again.
It’s July. These summer days bring back memories from a year ago. A time when suffering was kicking into full gear. Days seemed longer. Life was shorter. So many things were unsaid, but known.
I find myself at another grief anniversary. Not a birthday or a holiday. This one is marked by all the normalcy. The heat, the summer bounty, the beach vacations, the carrying on of every day life. A life that last summer was anything but normal, every day moments.
Grief is a funny thing. It cannot be neatly packaged. It will always be there to remind you…”Hey, remember me?”
Yes, I remember.
So for healing sake, I name it. Hello, grief. Hello, again, to all we have lost. I have not forgotten you. I have not forgotten last summer and the days where we began to fully understand that the end of life was near. The days where the clock seemed to tick loudly.
I remember you.
I also remember many happy moments. But today, I remember the heartache. A friend gone much much too soon.