Yet here I sit with tears rolling down my face and snot coming out of my nose. That horrible mixture of tears and snot collecting on my upper lip, rolling down into my mouth. This isn't a sob of a broken heart, but silent tears of emotion.
Why? Because I read this blog post written by my mom: Becoming a Finisher: Sacrifice.
I was prepared, don't get me wrong. My mom warned me. She told me next time I logged on I would discover this post. I knew that tears were going to fall.
But this is what got me. This lead to the silent tears of emotion, as I read it over and over:
"I remember sitting in her driver's seat, where she had been driving along happily in the beautiful sunshine only an hour ago. I looked over to the passenger seat and there was her cell phone, sitting perfectly in place like it was waiting for a call from me saying "Let's stop for lunch". Her iPod was still in its little cubby, probably still playing her favorite tunes, if I could have still heard it. I remember putting the shifter in park and turning off the key, something so final in that gesture that such sadness overwhelmed me, I just had to stop for a few minutes and pray, and breathe and cry. I removed the key from the ignition".These words turn into a picture; a picture I can see so clearly. As if I was standing there, watching.
But, "I'm fine". I always was and I always will be.
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