today is a writing day, a coffee shop and itunes my company. i came across this portion that i've written and thought about how truly quickly ian's definition to the world changed. where i end though is on hope - hope that this is not all that Ian will know.
"With my eyes closed and the song ending, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a whisper in my left ear.
'Steve just called,' Mary said. 'Ian’s been in an accident. He’s in a Pittsburgh hospital. We need to leave.'
With those words, life shifted. With those words, my role in Mary’s life, in Ian’s life, in my family, warped. With those words, Ian was removed from a body that the world would call normal and was given a new label, a label what would change everything.
I would give anything to take those words back, those breaths back, to shove them up into a tight ball, seal them with tape and glue and cement to make sure that they never opened back up. Those words Mary told me and that moment and that millisecond in his car that he was distracted meant that for the rest of our lives, we would grieve. They meant that Ian would be lost."
5 comments:
Wonderful, compelling prose. I love that as you describe how you would rewind history if you could, the reader feels exactly what you feel and agrees with nodding head. That's writing from the heart...putting the reader right there in the soul angst. I praise God for the gift of writing and that he gave it to you.
“So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding great army. Then he said unto me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off for our parts.”~ Ezekiel 37:10-11
“My words shall be of the uprightness of my heart: and my lips shall utter knowledge clearly. The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life. If thou canst answer me, set thy words in order before me, stand up.”~ Job 33:3-5
Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal. 2 Cor. 4:16-18
Bless your hearts. Praying for you as you write...and relive. Praying God will give you snippets of encouragement as you seek to glorify Him.
Denise
"Make glad the soul of your servant,
for to You, O Lord, I lift up my soul." Psalm 86:4
I'm so sorry for your loss, Larissa. Thinking of you x
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