"Life is a series of meetings and partings." ~~ Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
My words lie deep these days, not making themselves available as anything more than feelings, deep thoughts, emotions.
My mother and grandmother always said that death comes in threes. I'm not a superstitious person, yet I have often found this to be the case with death. Why it is, I do not know.
Three deaths this past week. One. Two. Three. Like blows to people we love. Shocking. The blush of pulsing blood in cheeks one day and a week later the body is still, the heart beats no more, the lungs no longer lift for air. Spirit flies away.
In addition to the passings of this week, one son suffered the pain of kidney stones out of the blue. So hard to know that he is enduring such pain. Relieved to know the cause of the pain.
Next day, our eldest son calls from another city. Car wreck on the freeway, not his fault, could have killed him. The careless RV driver who ran him off the road kept speeding down the busy thoroughfare, leaving my son to pay all the damages. Insurance companies are cynical.
Thank you, God, that the boys are alive, that they can laugh.
Thank you, God, for good memories of the ones who left Earth this week.
A tenuous strand it is that holds us here together, walking the timeline in unison...for now.