They Lied, Time Doesn't Make it Fade
by April Pittman
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
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There's this picture I took of you. It's black and white. You were wearing a white shirt and Isaac wore a black one. The two of you, on that swing. Arcing out over the lake and then back again. Isaac's arm was around your back in a brotherly embrace and you turned, your eyes meeting mine, just before the flash went off and your image was burned into plastic and paper. You with your blonde hair and white shirt, he with his dark hair and black shirt.
When I got the picture developed I think I remember staring at it for quite some time. Something resonated inside me. Something warned me. I knew that look was going to haunt me. I put it away in a box, always intending to show it to you. I didn't find it again until two summers later.
After the funeral, I held the enlarged copy in my lap, fully intending to hand it over to our mother. I couldn't tear my eyes from yours. Couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't looking at a two-dimensional creation of ink but at you. And you were looking at me. I took the picture back home. A fifteen hour journey. One that you'd accompanied me on when last I was on those roads. You made the trip once more.
Now you sit up high, looking over the living room. On top of my bookshelf where I see you every time I enter the room. Of course I know it's not really you. I know it's not you.
But looking at it still makes me cry. So essentially, I cry every day. More specifically, I cry every time I walk in the door. It's like my monastic ritual performed before the alter of your grief. I grieve because you did. I die because you did.
You just took the shortcut.
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|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|Things like that never fade with time. But, hopefully, the passage of it will soothe some of the sting.|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Sad - You're Back!
Now Do Not Look Back It Will Only Destroy You!
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|Wow....I am speechless
what can one say to help ease
that kind of pain.....touching very very touching
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
I can picture all the love in those eyes. Very beautiful and heartfelt write.
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|We do finally reach a point where, the sharpness dulls, and we began to only want to remember when and what we want to. It's those memories that carry us through.
Sad but very well penned capture of grief.
|Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
|Sad lines from a from a heart that cares|
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|No it doesnt April, just bearable!
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|That is a good description of grief. I remember both of my brothers that died. Very poignant.|