Saturday, December 4, 2010
A pondering while gazing through wheezing trees
"You think the dead we love ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?"
So profound to think that our wounds of lost loves stay with us forever. So true to think that we only see in retrospect how that pain seeps into every part of our lives. How the influence of a person's life and the influence of that person's death are marks upon our lives forever.
And how sometimes the pain is like a soul-sucking Dementor erasing every good thing we've ever known.
And how sometimes the memories of pain are the forces that urge us on.
And how sometimes those aches are whispers of things we'll never have.
And how true the statement that you will laugh again when something is really really funny.