And then there was that song…

I rarely write about grief or death but it is a feature of my everyday. Once you have experienced a passing so profound, grief becomes imprinted on your soul.

 

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Then you have difficult days that have no association to the grief but are your run of the mill, challenging life days…

Your head is foggy, your body achy and craving your bed…

You realise you’re on your way to work and you have your daughters sippy cup in your bag…

Your hair is messy and not even a ‘mum bun’ can remedy it…

Your train seat was uncomfortable with your commute neighbor sitting way too close…

The emotions are bubbling… the tears are brimming and your soul threatens to embrace the next stranger because we seek comfort and connection and just something that soothes us to say someone else sees us in our haze… and then… that song …

Subtly coming through the speakers at the cafĂ©`, it’s as though the universe sees us and hands over a little and subtle gift.

A portal between our worlds.

The song our departed loved one sung all time. A song that soothes like nothing else.

A song that speaks a thousand words far further reaching than the song itself.

A song that gives us the embrace to tell us that it’s all okay and that today is going to be better because they still walk beside us.

 

 

 
~ F.P

The Beauty of the Sisterhood

Imagine six high school girls on the younger side running to board a morning, peak hour train already at the station. They all need to validate their transport pass by tapping on.

One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five….

Then six drops her school bag, bends beside it in a panic to dig out her purse to… Her hands are fumbling to unzip it feeling the panic! She rips at the card trying to spring it free!

My attention is glued to the window as I hear the doors beep to indicate they are closing simultaneous to seeing she has not yet gotten the card free.

Two friends run to the doors to keep them open,
One waves to the train driver to beg his mercy,
One scoops her friends’ bag from the ground to get it to the train carriage ahead of her,
The other encourages her that she can do it and then pushes her forward once the tap has registered…

My heart beats quickly as my breath holds in my throat… I watch as the doors close… Behind the last one them…

Mission successful!

I hold my applause… Once again I’m minded not to be the crazy on the train…

For a moment some emotion bubbles to the surface… We focus so much on identifying instances of judgement between women… Of bullying and competition. Of jealousy and of pettiness that women / girls are known to be engrossed in… but today… this moment those girls remind me of the beauty that is the bond of us… the sisterhood that help each other keep moving forward in life!

~ F.P