I Remember the Fog

I remember. I was in a daze, weeks of it. The world seemed to move on by without me. I remember the daze, yet I remember also super-heightened awareness of the world, the air, the color of a flower, the smell of the mist over damp earth. The rainbows I saw everywhere.

Recently several friends have lost relatives or close friends. Two people I know have just lost their father. Ron has just lost her sister.

My head remembers the fog, the daze. My heart tells me to remind them to stay in this place, to live it, not to rush.

Ron, Christina, Susan, Barbara: I love you all. I wish the hurt would go away, but I know it’s best to let it weave its way through your souls. I know it.