"I realize then, that the hardest part will always be leaving..."
I have been playing this song in my head for the past three weeks. Unable to actually listen to it until today, it has both haunted and healed me, but today it breaks me, into tiny pieces, spread all over the floor, waiting (hoping) to be crumpled upon, so I don't really have to feel, so I don't have to actually think, so my breath doesn't have to be mine. Every lyric, every word, every tremor of speech... it may not be about the same person, but it is of the same theme... "Goodnight, Goodbye"... all I can see now, burned into my brain and the back of my eyes, is my grandmother, laying on her bed, gone. She crossed the veils yesterday morning... her pain is gone, her spirit free... It has felt like months since the diagnosis... yet, it hasn't even been a month. I knew it would be fast, but "knowing" and actually internalizing the true realization are two completely different emotions. I was naive to think that I knew better, that I knew diff