Death and Dark

Death. A sensitive topic begging to be swept beneath the rug of societal conversation. It's presence looms in the darkness of our thoughts that we push down deep inside. We dare not show the world our grief. We dare not be seen in the pit of sadness. Our awkward words of condolence offered with the intentions of making ourselves feel better, less involved in the rawness of its wake. A testament to life and all its value suddenly appreciated. Leaving us hollow, swallowed up and searching. Searching for answers, for blame, for explanations anything to justify the tragedy. It surrounds us inescapable and haunting. Haunting everyone in the light of life. Until it circles back through the other side where the memories are sticky pushing their way through to the light begging to be seen and kept alive. Leading us to a place where despite the unknown we take comfort in what was. We acquire the torch blown out and relight the legacy. We become numb to the pain of loss. Channeling the emptiness to preserve the lost never to be forsaken or forgotten, bringing them back into the light. They shine through us as we press on.