AZ ICE has stolen my heart, keeping it frozen forever in the space of this place.
While running an errand… nearby today…I stopped into the arena where Dean Blixt took final footsteps that moved in sync with the rest of the world. That is… until… they didn’t.
I often wonder what his last thoughts might have been in those final moments…~ before Silence.
Did I even cross his mind? Did any of us…for that matter? Did he even know what hit him? Literally.
Still…as the seconds and minutes and hours and days and weeks and months and years…(4-1/2)…tick by….I feel this journey becomes more difficult. The clock keeps score…yet the game of grief never ends.
There is no finish line….no special play…~ at least not this side of Heaven where the heart is concerned… and there is no end goal…no set amount of time to overcome loss…and not even a Goalie to catch the hardest shots. ~ The grip of grief glides right along…by my side…every day…in every way…without end. Unexpected plays… in all ways…move into overtime…~ Grief grabs hold…relentless…~ Checking…all the boxes to add another point.
It often makes me think about our own demise…one day. ~ Where, When, How and… Why? ~ Sometimes I even ponder…if it’s better to not know our end day? Personally… I wish we knew. ~ We sure would be better prepared. ~ Does our Soul have any say at all in the matter? Are we ever really ready to throw in the towel? ….Or are we blindsided by our opponent…left in the dark…with an outcome we never saw coming?
Either way…we leave those we love most to deal with the defeat….~ without compromise! ~ In the end … we’re all playing the same game….~ hoping for a Win!