Sunday, September 19, 2021

Where she went: quotes

"Where she went" is a sequel of "If I stay". It has some really good words and defines closure and moving along with grief so well. Not moving on but living on. If the first book was about an internal struggle stay, this is a roadmap on how she stays. The good, bad and the ugly which is what makes it realistic.

"Needle and thread, flesh and bone
Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home,
Your suture lined sparkle like diamonds,
Bright stars to light my confinement,"

For the first few weeks, I'd wake up in a fog of disbelief. That didn't really happen, did it? Then I'd doubled over. Fist to gut.  It took a few to sink in. 

Accepting other people's generosity was itself was an act of generosity that might help people in the community feel better.

Good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.

That's the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is. 

I loved those pictures. They always cut off half a head or were obscured by someone's finger, but they seemed to capture something true.

I think I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something apecial is ending and you're sad but you can't be that sad because hey, it was good while it lasted and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

Concert doesn't mean standing up like a target in front  of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.


"The clothes are packed off to Goodwill
I said my good-byes up on the hill
The house is empty, the furniture sold
Soon your smell will decay to mold
Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering
Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening"

"Disconnect"
Collateral Damage, Track 10

Someone wake me when it’s over
When the evening silence softens golden
Just lay me on a bed of clover
Oh, I need help with this burden

First you inspect me
Then you dissect me
Then you reject me
I wait for the day
That you’ll resurrect me



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