(9 Sep 2012 Once again I awake from a Dream – the story a
continuing saga, the players the same, the time always the Past, and the tears still
damp on my pillow. Life goes on with the
'golden hours' of the first and last hours of sunlight putting paid to the
ordinary routine. Then the magic quality
of warmer hues of Living -- give way to the gray shadows in a Landscape of
Dreams.)
Like a fog – memories of the Past surface, and
the Present vanishes in a gray mist.
Reality becomes a series of scenes from the
Past that intrude upon thoughts disjointed -- but continuous as in a soap
opera story where one is really Living only in the memories -- and the time in between
does not exist. The story is never
ending – but with never a happily ever after.
Such is the nature of Loss and Grief that take
their toll subtly – minute by minute, day by day, year by year – with every
tear, until the person who emerges is not the same, but a gray shadow of their
former self.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]
