Hushed voices, silent nods and the endless tears...people struggling to fight the awkwardness by finding an appropriate way to acknowledge one and other without seeming too enthusiastic. Vivid descriptions, different versions, no minute detail goes unnoticed about what the person did for the past twenty hours before she decided to lay still.
Tiny groups, restless people. Walking in and out of the house people shift around listening to conversations, contributing to it or politely moving away from it if they heard it too many times.
People run through the relationships and memories they had with her. Remember all the things they had previously forgotten or had taken for granted. They need to tell the world about what they had with her was special because they need to hear it. Reconstruct the moments they spent, conversations they had and most importantly, the happiness they shared.
But all those memories, recollections, joyous moments are now reduced to the tear drops that flow over that one tiny shriveled soul that lays still in front of us. Blank stares in each one's face as we all gather around..the same thoughts in all our minds as Life reminds us that she is always dancing on the edge of a cliff and that Death can push her any minute.
More voices, more tears run into what seems like one endless night. Everyone sits waiting but for what no one knows and yet we wait..because death unites us all.
Tiny groups, restless people. Walking in and out of the house people shift around listening to conversations, contributing to it or politely moving away from it if they heard it too many times.
People run through the relationships and memories they had with her. Remember all the things they had previously forgotten or had taken for granted. They need to tell the world about what they had with her was special because they need to hear it. Reconstruct the moments they spent, conversations they had and most importantly, the happiness they shared.
But all those memories, recollections, joyous moments are now reduced to the tear drops that flow over that one tiny shriveled soul that lays still in front of us. Blank stares in each one's face as we all gather around..the same thoughts in all our minds as Life reminds us that she is always dancing on the edge of a cliff and that Death can push her any minute.
More voices, more tears run into what seems like one endless night. Everyone sits waiting but for what no one knows and yet we wait..because death unites us all.
