“He’s in our thoughts and prayers.”
“We are sending a blanket of love.”
Those are words I read today about a boy, who like Art is
battling his second round of cancer.
He’s doing a better job than Art did
and I’m NOT doing a better job at begin gracious.
Instead, when I read those words of love
And support
Ms. Cynic thinks
“Save your breath!”
“Those good thoughts and prayers
Don’t work.
If they did,
I wouldn’t be writing this column.”
Silly, stupid, people.
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That boy died earlier morning on Friday, March 26.
The grief sucked me down its whirlpool, shame followed
And anger was fast on its heels.
Only this time, I bobbed to the surface
Before I got too much water up my nose.
The whirlpool didn’t take me down as far and I am not as disoriented.
I cry because I know where his mom will go
I know the journey of loss
and the idea of someone I know walking it
Makes me scream myself raw
and punch trees
and crumble to the floor and say
“Why her? Why her?”
Brooks….I’m sorry.
I wanted those silly, stupid people prayers to work.
I really wish they had worked.
i get that. I do that same thing. once you know bad things happen, it's hard to think otherwise.
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