Out of the Silence
It’s been a long silent while since I’ve sat down to write and reflect. I was tempted to pull out an older journal to copy an unshared story to remember some things in my life before death knocked on our door. I say the word “knocked” as if death itself is polite, kind and thoughtful. But it’s not. It comes much too soon, too suddenly, and at other times not soon enough in the agony that it prescribes. It’s been 14 months (May 1, 2015) since my daddy died from stage 4 lung cancer. Add an extra 5 days (April 27, 2015) to that to commemorate the death of my second dad (AKA Jay) who suffered from cardiac arrest and stayed in a medical coma for a week until he was taken off life support. Then two months later, my grandmother died of Alzheimers…And to finish 2015 out, we put our ailing beloved family pet of 14 years down in December…Death didn’t knock really. Death assaulted, maimed and hijacked our family! We didn’t really have a game plan or strategy in preparing for its realiti...