I Wade Through

[For Sandra who will always love Bob]

[For Sandra who will always love Bob]

i wade through the house
in deep water ~
i forget how to swim

in the kitchen
i sink
to the place you drowned

i rise and crack
one egg
over the skillet

 and everything
without you is wrong ~
wet clothes,
this egg

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57 Comments

    • I followed directions and didn’t mention the prompt. I see you noticed this. The only way to go…is through this thing of losing. You can’t go around it, over it, or under it.

      • Yes, this understand. My husband died 10 years ago, at the age of 42. Tere is only through.

      • So sorry to hear of your loss. Glad you are making it through and I hope you’re not on your own but have lots of support.

  1. Wow, wow. So compact, such a brilliant use of imagery.

    • Thanks, Jennifer. I’ve heard that mourning is like walking with concrete blocks on your feet…so wading through water seemed to be about the same resistance.

  2. Lovely, lovely, lovely, Angie, and so incredibly moving. I loved every word. Thanks for sharing this with all of us.

    • I kind of hated to bring back the sadness, but that’s what rips me most in my family which is always on my mind.

  3. This described sensations that I have had. Your words put shape to how I have felt. it is the small things that trip you up.

  4. “The best way out is always through”–Robert Frost……but ‘through’ is never easy, especially in loss as huge as Sandra’s. Beautiful post.

    • Thanks for feeling this. Sandra is tired of feeling so sad…but there’s little else she can do to get through this.

  5. Oh that’s such a perfect description of the muffled feeling after the first shattering sound fades.

      • I haven’t lost a mate (yet, although he’s promised to go first so I can have his death benefits) but… it’s been a rough couple years, let’s say.

      • Enjoy the present and what we’ve been given. Life is rough, and we need those soulful moments of gratitude.

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