Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Half grief, half shadow
My grandfather, alive again and in need of a shave. I could smell him when we hugged — that sweaty, vineyard scent of his. But his hug lacked his usual affection. Somehow, without a word, he let me know that I should have been to see him sooner. Practical, as always. And I, feeling guilty and not wanting to break his heart, unable to explain the difficulty of his request. My father, now, to the left, a step or two behind him, half grief, half shadow, looking at his hands. Was he wondering how long he’d been away? Did he know it’s more than fifteen years? Time is nothing when there’s light in someone’s eyes. Even when he’s dead, and gone, and here.
Note: My thanks to Lynn Behrendt for sharing this dream in the Annandale Dream Gazette.
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"Time is nothing when there’s light in someone’s eyes."
Nicely said.
oh I love this William, really this is so deep and I can touch this light.
I admire always your way...
I've been thinking about memories and how they are hauntings really...whispy forms that come and go, apparitions that have no eternal resting place and forever wander. Something like that.
Kevin, thanks. I wonder if time is ever something in any real, concrete sense. Does it exist outside of what goes on in our heads?
Laura, if anyone can touch the light, and then preserve it some way for others to see, it is you. Thank you, as always.
Yes, Annie, something like that. If not that. And you seem also to have described us all very well.
really,times are nothing,we are intimes always
One continuous moment... Thank you, Lyudmila.
I love this, especially the last lines.
Thanks, Jean.
Yes, William,
I understand.
"Even when he's dead, and gone,
and here".
This is so true. Thank you!
Hi, Monika! Thank you, too.
very touching... i never knew the dead til i lost someone dear to me... now i know.... thank you for sharing this William.
You’re welcome, Rahina. Revelations are such because they happen when and were we least expect them.
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