I have to wonder? Why is it that greed can bring some down to such a low vindictive level. Sadly, scavengers will always be waiting to feast on the fallen. Opportunistically sweeping in on what they cannot and will not ever understand. How dare these vultures ever believe their thievery entitles them to any piece of my son's legacy, my sanity, or a rightful balance of all the wrongs created from the hard painful years we as a family have endured since he left this earth...
How can they understand the dark painful years after his death, the need to grieve to feel the
emptiness and pain. Yet they gorged on the venerability, diluted the meaning and preyed and preyed on emotions that needed to be sacred and handled one by one, individually by a mother and a family who lost their child and their brother
Like a carnival they covered over the base of the matter, with Flem flam, gymnastics, and one show wonders... Brainwashing the niave for their own benefit to fill their own empty thirst and glutinize their own futures... They had no concern as to the living, feeling matter below their own "show", the place they covered with their fealth. Now the years have passed, the time to grieve
could be finally here.... Should be allowed to feel the emptiness left behind by his death and be allowed a time to heal, but the scavengers wont leave, they want to pick dry bones and drink of the little water there is... WHY????
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Oh Kristi,
ReplyDeleteI don't know what this is all about, who they are..but the writing is superb. You have a great grasp of language and express yourself well. Metaphors are such a grand way to connect to what one is feeling, thinking, learning.
Thanks for sharing and so glad you're writing.
Ginny
Now I am thinking about the days when the Doctors were telling me that there was too much wrong.. and feeling lost and loving my son and wanting to defy all the predictions..
ReplyDeleteI remember taking Ryan out into the middle of no where in the evening to a place call Prarie
wind sanctuarory a place for wild animals abondonded by their care takers and listening in the setting sun to all the wolves, bears and cougars.. and how special that was, as well I remember telling the doctors who wanted to trach Ryan i would take our chance and reading to my son
Ryan, Johnathon Living Seagull with the doors wide open at castlewood canyon and the wind blowing through the van and just touching the life we had...