Standing still

At 3:00 today my uncle will hold his daughters hand and say goodbye. The accident was so terrible that they won’t let him see her in full, but they are letting him hold her hand. His final moments, with his daughter…to talk, to cry, to cherish.

Time will stand still.

But time doesn’t stand still does it? It goes, it’s constant and it keeps going. Just like life. I remember when Brooklyn first came home from the hospital and I had to take her to the pediatrician. We were fortunate to have a doctor that was literally 2 minutes from our house but I was TERRIFIED. I wanted police to block off the road as I passed through, stopping traffic and waving us along. But, they didn’t. Everything was moving around me, life was going on.

I imagine that is how my Aunt and Uncle feel, frozen. Still. Timeless. Looking around and seeing people continue their lives, enjoying themselves, eating, drinking, talking, laughing, LIVING. I would think you would want to scream at them to stop. Lena is dead and we need to all stop. But you don’t.

Time will stand still today at 3:00. Tonight at 6:00, and tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m., when we bury her in the ground, next to my grandfather.


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