A parent; they gave you life, raised you, kept you safe...kept you alive. Memories floating through the air, from pictures, smells, objects...through good times and bad...thicker than water..it is blood..the lifeblood that keeps s in this life..that can take us so suddenly.
Someone who was our life, is suddenly gone. A piece of you dies with them...they are memories swirling in your brain, reminding you through sights, smells, objects...
Someday, they are jsut a picture in a frame...memories fade
Is that all we get of that person when they leave us...a picture in a frame?
time is cruel to us. It doesn't care. It moves on whether we like it or not. It makes us forget things even though we struggle to hold on to every last bit.
Why are we so different than the world that surrounds us...one of unpredictability, violence, ...
we aren't meant to survive here, to be forced to become attached and care and love so that it can be ripped away from us in a split second..it is a cruel joke.
they say we are to learn and grow from these changes but from those who have experienced them we know it is no more than a broken heart and never will be more...
after time fails us we will be nothing more than a picture in a frame...
