11/26/11...like a deep, dense morning fog over our Pickwick dock. It settles. It envelopes. it smothers the good times. Recollection of those intensifies the "hurt." Even the weather reflects my gloom. Dark. Dreary. Rainy.
Things are the same underneath but shrouded and buried deep under that proverbial "heavy blanket." It usually takes a few days for these emotions of melancholy to ease up.
It happens every time family leaves. The grands ask, "Shug, why do you always cry when we leave?" I don't know the exact answer. Love is most of it.
I do know that light dispels darkness. I open all the shutters. Pull up all the blinds. The dreariness of the day doesn't help but I need to do something to dispel my lingering sadness.
I try to remind myself that tomorrow will be better. Acute, raw sadness of separation from family is hardest the first day. As I age it seems to be taking longer to still this emotion. But.....like Frost's poem, "It sits....on silent haunches and then moves on."
Move on, Saturday sadness.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
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