As a self-proclaimed, ardent lover of words, I will be the first to tell you there is a time when words are insufficient. Silence is the only medium for some expressions, moments, emotions.
After Liz died. (4 years ago this coming Sunday.) In the infinite moment of grief, no words are needed and none will work. Rachel held me and I cried. At her funeral, when we were seated and everyone was still walking in, the silence was a physical force, cradling us against our overwhelming sadness.
When Bobby died. Holly called to tell me & asked if I could call & tell other people in College Station for her. I remember calling my brother last because I knew how it would hurt him. I finally got home to my mom and I said, "People dying is so hard" and in the following silence, she just held me.
There is comfort in silence. Words, at such times, can be ineffective & cheapen the sentiment.
But silence isn't reserved simply for sorrow.
Seeing my brother graduate from high school, then college. Seeing him marry. Watching him as a father. My heart swells with love & pride and in those quiet moments, I am so full of joy.
I have never seen anything more beautiful than Eric holding Kalea.
I love spending quiet moments with Jonathan. What words are needed between two loving hearts?
RATHER MUSHY BLOG ENTRY FOR WEDNESDAY (i hate when people call it hump day) but I figured I could be mature since I drink black coffee now.
love,
christine
