The long holiday weekend.
This labor day weekend started with a quiet birthday celebration of sorts at the office. Meredith and I worked together for thirty plus years. I know of few married couples who work together. Not for a large company or are employed by someone and happen to have their spouse at the same company, but own and operate their own small business with one full time employee and shop pets. So, in honor of the birthday she will never celebrate, this past Friday everyone at the shop had a milkshake from Steak and Shake. This was her favorite place for a milk shake. Dairy Queen Blizzard was right up there, but the holiday special shakes from S & S were the bomb. We laughed about this secret love of her’s. And then everybody went home. I drove forth 99.5 miles for a Friday Night Lights event. The game was good. The good guy’s won in a cliff hanger. The road trip back of 99.5 miles uneventful.
Friday night was followed by Saturday, then Sunday becomes Today. There are thousands of things I need to be doing. It is amazing to me how the silence has become deafening, the stillness is overwhelming but it is the emptiness which is completely draining. Someone said “Do not let the walls close you in.” The house is my refuge and my prison. I have not found a place where there is freedom from the silence, from the stillness in my heart and the emptiness in my soul.
Sometimes I used to sit and think.
Now I just sit. Scared to think.
Cue the music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEzyrpfrPEI