Ghosts
E 'for a couple of months a strange awareness has made large in my consciousness.
When you lose someone really? When it slips away from you fingers and you realize that it is no longer with you? Certainly not disappear when its physicality. That can stay with him for years, but its essence, it is difficult to see - who wants to take courage to look - there's more. So I took
painfully acknowledge that my grandmother is gone. It 's a nearly empty shell that touches my life, but looking at the reality I could finally admit that she is not pretending. She no longer was. The old age is slowly eroding, eroding, is playing his understanding of fine dust, is the burying.
And thank God it is not any disease. This is simply the time, claiming his prize. With a simple piece piece dripping or swallow a small part.
As if pulling a tablecloth without dropping the glasses.
And this of course does not mitigate the loss or pain when his absence is palpable.
Yet I wonder: when I started losing my grandmother? But most of all how long it took to tell me: yes, indeed, she sometimes disappears, leaving room to talk absurd, meaningless, only to be resurrected, here there it is that brilliant mind, sharp, perfect, that I admire so much.
At times it is like the surf to be her fully her. And I would never let her go.
