When you died, it was like a grenade going off inside me, shattering me, scattering me into a thousand pieces spread high and low, far and wide. As the initial ‘blast’ slowed down all the pieces of what used to be me, gradually began to fall back to earth, first the heavier pieces, then the lighter ones and eventually ‘the dust’ that once was my soul. When everything is calm and settled, that’s when I will begin the long, long slow and painful process of trying to put myself back together as best as I can, so maybe one day I can be a semblance of my former self. Many pieces will be missing and will remain missing, nothing can ever be as it once was. I shall remain, shattered and broken, cracked and bruised. This will be my reality now, my ‘norm’ you see on the day you died……I died too.
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About the size of it…cept I can see no putting back together…but your words are so resonant …,
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