bad tidings

[franceslievens]

One phone-call later his father slips through his fingers. Suddenly I see him stagger through a world that's gone askew. Rage bubbles up, and questions, all beginning with "why". I'm only a witness to his pain, trying hard not to say he has to be strong, but saying it anyway. It fuels my shame, for I do not know what to say exactly. All the thoughts in my head revolve around me not being able to express the feelings that preceded those thoughts. So I let him rage at the world, at his father, at himself, and stay silent, wordlessly expressing that my thoughts are there with him.

Comments

[lovablylolly.livejournal.com]

that's all you can do. so much sadness lately. hugs for you.

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

thank you