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She was sitting on the concrete next to a swimming pool this morning, talking with me on a cell phone. She sounded a little overwhelmed, and yet, almost relieved at the same time. Nothing was new but the realization of our circumstances that was beginning to become more evident while time drifted by.
It was as if the forces that slowly caught up with her this morning could tip the scale. She had seen them following her for some time now. Sometimes openly in broad-daylight they would follow her, but more often than not they'd hop from shadow to shadow undetected, and gain most of their ground under the cover of darkness.
This morning, when she was talking on the phone I knew she already had a little chat with these forces. I knew that she was realizing the words we've spoken numerous times before. The current reality was grabbing hold and boring painful little holes in her pale skin.
It pained me to hear her unhappy.
But things are out of my hands, and have been for a long time. She, however, knows this far better than I.
As we continued to talk, and as she got a little overreaction out of her system, a smile crept across my face. This was a conversation I was pleased with. Not because of the topic, or the sense of impending doom, but because of the rawness of everything. Because of the way we handle things of this nature, and because I was letting her settle further inside me. During the conversation she let down her protective shield of age and was pure again.
She was sitting on the concrete next to a swimming pool this morning, talking with me on a cell phone. She sounded a little overwhelmed, and yet, almost relieved at the same time. Nothing was new but the realization of our circumstances that was beginning to become more evident while time drifted by.
It was as if the forces that slowly caught up with her this morning could tip the scale. She had seen them following her for some time now. Sometimes openly in broad-daylight they would follow her, but more often than not they'd hop from shadow to shadow undetected, and gain most of their ground under the cover of darkness.
This morning, when she was talking on the phone I knew she already had a little chat with these forces. I knew that she was realizing the words we've spoken numerous times before. The current reality was grabbing hold and boring painful little holes in her pale skin.
It pained me to hear her unhappy.
But things are out of my hands, and have been for a long time. She, however, knows this far better than I.
As we continued to talk, and as she got a little overreaction out of her system, a smile crept across my face. This was a conversation I was pleased with. Not because of the topic, or the sense of impending doom, but because of the rawness of everything. Because of the way we handle things of this nature, and because I was letting her settle further inside me. During the conversation she let down her protective shield of age and was pure again.
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