Saturday, May 11, 2013






My father has died. The words toss about through the sky but refuse to land, like the sparsest winter snow, like flower petals too light to make contact with the ground. It just blows away again and again carried off to somewhere else.
It is all whispers, gathering around me, trying to have force and meaning. But dispersing like mist in the wake of day.
Were we close? I don't even know. We had scarcely seen each other over many years. Living in different parts of the country, we called to talk on holidays. So different, so alike. In not the same way did our feet walk the earth. Yet an intangible wove through us, a connection that had nothing to do with a particular space in time, with any belief, or act, something deep and timeless rendered us akin. It just was.

5 comments:

strugglingwriter said...

So sorry to read this.

Paul

Vesper said...

I’m so very sorry for your loss… But I believe that the connection still is, something that you carry in your heart… the only thing that will give you a little comfort…

Taffiny said...

Thank you Paul and Vesper.

Searching my memories for him, takes me back to my childhood, and to his parents, my grandparents. The loss of my father- makes them seem much farther away, deeper into the past- it makes my childhood seem forever far away-impossibly separate from today, and not this land that somehow maybe I could still touch.

Nicky Schmidt said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. I know how hard it is. And Vesper is right, you carry the connection in your heart, always.

Taffiny said...

Thanks Nicky, and I know you are right, that I do.