The Calm After ....

The Calm after the Noche Buena

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An empty quiet house.  If only the walls could speak, 

they'd reveal a lot of happy memories, fun celebrations,

dancing even swimming til dawn, hours of hard-drinking
 and serious alcoholic intoxication.

Everything eventually ends.
The guests leave. The parties end.
Then I am back to my daily routine.
Back to my trouble-sorrow-free mundane life,
which I actually look forward to.

 I'll savor this calm, this deafening silence, 

this quiet tranquil peaceful state.
 One day this will definitely  be interrupted.
Hopefully with another happy occasion.

But somehow, death comes knocking.
Shocks. Upsets. Disturbs.
Traumatizes me again.

I know that it's inevitable and certain.
Everyone dies.
One day, it's going to be my turn to die.
 Life will go on and on even after we are all gone. 

Betsisanders says, "Nothing stops Christmas, not even death.'

 The Christmas Tree at the lobby of the Sanctuarium.

Hubby and I left the Sanders' clan right after dinner

and spent Christmas eve at the Sanctuarium,
to be with a dear friend who lost her

father days before Christmas.  

No amount of words,  no one, not enough friends

can help ease the pain and sorrow that we feel after 

losing our dads (moms too).  Even prayers are not enough.

Praying makes me cry more.

So, I cry it out.  Those tear glands 

will eventually run dry. Crying will halt.

We are programmed to survive.

The weeping will somehow stop.

But for now,  let us be quiet and be still.

Give us the space we need.

Understand us if we are unpredictable.

Your love and support will help us go through

this most lonely time in our life.

Help us keep our faith to hold on to the

promise of eternal life and hope that
 we will someday be reunited with our loved ones.

Mitch Albom wrote, "Death ends a life, not a relationship."

Hope to get some shut eye.

LOL ... lots of love,