21 weeks

21 weeks, tonight into tomorrow. About 2 1/2 hours from now, 21 weeks since I was watching whatever (Falcon & the Winter Soldier?) and heard Mom coming through. Asking my usual “…everything ok?” and those awful words–No, they’re doing CPR on him.


21 weeks…but not quite 5 months. Not til Sunday.

Don’t know where the time’s gone.

Don’t know what to say.

Amazing what feelings and thought sneak in. Or songs. Music. What meanings change, what comes to have so much more meaning in life after losing someone.


Though summer turns to winter
And the present disappears
The laughter we were glad to share
Will echo through the years

All my life’s a circle;
But I can’t tell you why;
Season’s spinning round again;
The years keep rollin’ by.

Well he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
Son I’m proud of you, can you sit for awhile
He shook his head and he said with a smile
What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them, please?

I’ll be there someday (if) I can go the distance
I will find my way if I can be strong
I know every mile will be worth my while
When I go the distance, I’ll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road to embrace my fate
Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you
And a thousand years would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime but somehow I’ll see it through

Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart Used to know
Things it yearns to remember

I know the road you walked was anything but easy
You picked up your share of scars along the way
Oh but now you’re standing in the sun
You’ve fought your fight and your race is run
The pain is all a million miles away

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