The morning predawn glow found the cracks between the shades to assault Donavan’s eyes. Who in their right mind builds a master bedroom facing East? Squinting away the invasion of light offered no relief. Only, the beginning of a headache.
Donavan sat up in bed. Immediately, he sensed the unidentified rawness that flowed under the surface of his thoughts like a subterranean stream.
Was it sadness?
Was it grief?
His morning meditations helped to ease the uneasiness, but it refused to yield and to let go.
In her eyes, he would see the same. Lydia, his beloved of many years, suffered as well. Seeing his Amore grieve only added to his own.
Donavan had warned Michael, his son that he headed for trouble. Obstinate, one poor decision destroyed and tore apart a family forever.
Why didn’t you listen?
The terrifying ordeal stunk of the overbearing smell of whiskey. Your loved ones were torn from you by the teeth of the avenging beast.
Hard work, a diligent provider, loving father, a split decision, yet some forever deride you.
The memories, the smiles, the warmth, the love destroyed in a moment that lasts forever.
Michael’s wife, his children, fade away with only the memories remaining.
Grief upon grief, Sadness upon sadness, pain upon pain, tears flow leaving streaks down my face for my son, lost in his dismay. His sorrow is mine.
Will the wounds ever heal?
Will life go on?
Love, a salve, heals the wounds and softens the scars.
Compassion, the bridge, binds us together.
Wandering, searching, aimless, you must confront the beginning of your sorrows; then, you will find release. Know your forgiveness.
You cannot undo the past.
The future is unsure.
Now, is healing.
Heal in each new moment.
Michael, will you come home at last?