eventually, they get used to everything.
my family now knows how to walk in a little semi-circle around the cat to avoid stepping on her...it took them a year.
the same way as they pick their way carefully around unsaid things.
eventually it grows on you, you stop noticing the empty chair, conversation returns to the dinner-table, happiness seeps in through the cracks.
and suddenly there's a way to start over. but there are some things that never go away.
even if you do get used to the new, the old seems to linger.
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'I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
6 comments:
I don't know what or who you're grieving, but I'm glad you can see a way past, even though you may be unable to walk that path just now. And, cliche as it sounds, we're here for you.
*hug*
There's always a way to start over.
But then, the old memories return to you in unexpected flashes, startling you.
But life goes on. As I've learnt.
*hug*
Try to let go off the bad memories,and you know, good things happen to good people,again cliched as it may sound.And whatever little I know of you, I know it for a fact that you are a wonderful person.*cheesecakes*.
Everything passes, even the best of people must move on.
And life goes on too.
We're all here for you.
*hug*
perhaps it's because of those not-so-pleasant things that refuse to go away, that you're being able to appreciate the happiness that "seeps in through the cracks" :)
@everyone,
thankyou :)
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