wow, upon rereading part of this blog it is obvious that I am in the depression stage of grief, I am humbly mystified, baffled, and torn apart thinking all is lost in the department of what was during the time that wasn't. I can't bare to remember and yet I can not possibly forget. I seek the understanding and yet feel it hopeless to try to comprehend. but there is light at the end of my tunnel as the epihanys strike like lightning making things dark and unknown visible for a fration of a second and words that were meant as someone's grief, felt for me, illuminate what it is that I have strained in my dark abyss, struggling with freedom, to make out the outline of. I know now more than the outline but have only seen it for a fraction of a second and as the light is no longer flashing brilliantly but the thunder rolls around me I begin to question if I saw anything at all.
Does lightning never strike the same place twice?
Friday, September 13, 2002