6.20.2012

His eye

     It hits every once in a while.

     A picture, a word, him saying "Rolling camera one"... it just hits. Hard.
     A beautiful black and white close-up of his eye. Eyes hold life only for such a short period of time. His eye, the eyelashes and skin around it, all decompose so quickly. But once his eye, his skin and bones, held a soul within them. Now that soul is somewhere else. Never again will that soul look at me through those eyes. Not quite those same eyes.



     And just knowing that, that once his soul did look at me, or speak to me, or give me a high-five... that makes the pain hit. The squeezing beneath my ribcage, deep and clenching. And I close the picture of his eye. I take a deep breath. I return to work.

     It hits every once in a while.

4 comments:

  1. Now now, what did we learn this morning? :) We'll see him again in Heaven, and on the New Earth when our bodies are renewed. And he'll look at us and smile at us again!

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  2. Still praying for you every day, Ariel. <3

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  3. Here's a hug from a stranger, and a sister in Christ, who is sitting at her computer with tears running down her face. Prayers to you, Ariel.

    “I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” - Jn. 16:33

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  4. Tianna - yes, he will look at us again, but not in quite the same way. :)

    Clareesa - thank you so much! That means so much to me. :)

    Bush Maid - Wow, what a beautiful verse. Thank you! It is a brave thing to do to be willing to take on grief that is not our own. Thank you so much for your prayers. :)

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