Listen, Slowly

My curse: rebellious in my head but oh-so-lovely in real life.

I tell you of loss, my child, so you will listen, slowly, and know that in life every emotion is fated to rear itself within your being. Don’t judge it proper or ugly. It’s simply there and yours.

Life is easy and hard, beautiful and ugly.

When you should happen to cry, then cry, knowing that just as easily you will laugh again and cry again. Your feelings will enter the currents of your core and there they shall remain.” I

At first the weight of loss was thrust upon me so harshly I could only take a short breath, just enough to endure the next few seconds, only to find I must inhale again. Every person in turmoil thinks the boulder on her chest will never lift. Yet the same boulder awakens an equally strong urge to live.

Fate did not grant him the privilege to see our children reach adulthood or the pleasure to witness our wrinkles writing stories on our faces, but in the time we were allowed, we knew our treasures.

I understand every word, but again what is he talking about? The detective calls us. The guard pats my hand and smiles in a hesitant, regretful way that conveys the world doesn't make more sense just because you get older.