When there is death or loss it is accompanied by silence. Not
always immediately, but that’s what remains when the earth has settled. The
life you knew in that person’s form has become quiet and still.
The soul of the bereaved sinks like the soil. From the
moment of hearing the news there is a tear in their heart. Like the Jewish
tradition of tearing clothes above the heart upon learning of a loss, the
centre of reality is ripped from in front of you and whisked away into eternal
silence.
It takes a long time for the fissure to begin connecting
again.
Death is a deep
wound that casts a lifelong shadow.
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