The Ones You're With

Rockville Graveyard
Originally uploaded by wickenden

how does someone get over the death of a child. To envision them as angels always near, I suppose, might be some comfort. But, I would think, even it turns eventually when day after day there is that relentless silence. Those comforts become as our granite markers, the object of our contemplation, weeping, lonely sobs, inconsolable anger.

Better perhaps, the silence emptiness of knowledge: you will never see them again. What you had with them was only once, each time, for once.

Love the ones you're with.