I am going to use it to heal a bit of myself in the process hopefully. Bear with me.
I noticed the light, slowly. It peaked around the corner almost. I could see there were people.... No, just one I think. I wasn't ready yet, so they were gonna have to wait. So I closed the door. I may not be the belle of the ball or even the center of attention, but I would not go out until I was good and ready. The sounds that floated my way were soft. Hushed. Tense. Was that hope? Or.... No. Disappointment. I think I will hang back for a while. I really don't wanna be around disappointment. I could see a couple of my friends had stepped out to watch what was going on, but I think even they felt the pull to stay back for now.
Several hours later, the light returned, and I could feel something pushing me to look out, like my whole room was telling me to take a look. There were a couple of people there, sitting around a bed. They looked at the bed, but the stories were for each other. There was so much laughter! They were loud, happy, silly, and loving...... And yet..... The whole space had a feel of memories. Good memories. However, like the return of them had a shadow looming. I peeked out to see several of my friends on the ledge. Waiting, watching this small group of people talk. So I joined my friends and we hung our feet over the ledge and listened to the group. Oh! The stories they told! So full of love! None of us wanted to move from the ledge or lean out too far for fear that it would ruin the moment, so we sat and listened. We giggled at these people as they picked on each other. Belly rolled at times when the stories got outrageous, and just enjoyed hearing the love that flowed so freely through this group. After a while, the stories lessened, the room lights were turned down, and we returned to our spaces, feeling warm and happy.
I could feel that my time in this space was not over yet.
It went that way for a while. Several hours that I would peek out and watch with my friends. Watch the people come and go. Feel the area move from sad to happy, from disappointment to fear. The ledge we sat on felt like we could fall, but we were careful. I could feel that the invisible barrier stopping us from leaving would lower, and we would be able to move on. It just wasn't that time.
It went that way for a while. Several hours that I would peek out and watch with my friends. Watch the people come and go. Feel the area move from sad to happy, from disappointment to fear. The ledge we sat on felt like we could fall, but we were careful. I could feel that the invisible barrier stopping us from leaving would lower, and we would be able to move on. It just wasn't that time.
Over the course of the day, the times I felt compelled to come out and watch were more and more frequent. The tone in the room grew somber. While it was sad, it was so full of love. The people in the room changed a lot, but the bed was still the center of everything. Everyone seemed to take turns watching, reaching out, or talking to the person on the bed. No response came from them, but the people did it anyway.
Then came the moment. The moment that I could feel coming. The build that had been rising all day. There were no stories. Just calm. We all found our way out to the ledge, compelled to attend to the shadowy room, which was now filled as much as it could hold. The people are talking, but quietly. Everyone was listening to the figure on the bed as they took breaths in and out. The room, growing tense and filled, reflected on the ledge. Filled and waiting. On an edge we were not sure we would be ready to stand on.
A cough, and everyone held their breath. Each and every person, waiting..........
"7:39pm"
I pushed my way to the front of the crowd. Knowing, THIS was my time.
I closed my eyes and leaned off the ledge and felt myself start to fall.
As I rolled down her cheek, I broke the barrier. I released all of us to fall. The grief that this family felt as their patriarch passed away was just beginning, and I was but the first tear to fall. I knew something that none of them did though. Water holds on to memories. My friends and I had heard their stories. Had heard all the good that this man had done. We would carry that with us as we fell. We would spread that love and memory for all of time.
He would live on with this family in the stories they told. In the connections they had. In the love they gave. In each tear that fell. We would fall as cleaning rain and heal hearts because of the love and care that these people gave.
I am Glimmer. The first tear to fall after the death of an amazing man with a legacy he left behind.
A cough, and everyone held their breath. Each and every person, waiting..........
"7:39pm"
I pushed my way to the front of the crowd. Knowing, THIS was my time.
I closed my eyes and leaned off the ledge and felt myself start to fall.
As I rolled down her cheek, I broke the barrier. I released all of us to fall. The grief that this family felt as their patriarch passed away was just beginning, and I was but the first tear to fall. I knew something that none of them did though. Water holds on to memories. My friends and I had heard their stories. Had heard all the good that this man had done. We would carry that with us as we fell. We would spread that love and memory for all of time.
He would live on with this family in the stories they told. In the connections they had. In the love they gave. In each tear that fell. We would fall as cleaning rain and heal hearts because of the love and care that these people gave.
I am Glimmer. The first tear to fall after the death of an amazing man with a legacy he left behind.
Today's prompt was posted to Pinterest by Nosceteipsum314. Writing Prompt #61 Write about a single teardrop.
I hope you enjoyed it. My father passed away in June. I know I will see him again as this was not goodbye, it was until we meet again.
Blessed Be.
-Chelsey
