Winter Darkness



A moment in time I refer to as the darkness of Winter.  The news of my brother Davids’ suicide was like a winter blizzard--freezing cold, whipping winds, snow falling fast and furiously, people stranded on the roads due to dangerous conditions.  Cold shivers ran through my entire body, frozen in time like a snowstorm.  His wake and funeral, I was numb from the pain.  While reading a poem about my him, my salty tears were flowing like a rainy day, my head was pounding, pounding like it was going to explode.  There were so many tears shed that day.  Joyful tears of the happy memories of him, yet tears of sorrow of losing him…without warning, without a goodbye, with so many questions that will never be answered.  Like the winter storm, I still feel frozen, numb from the cold, waiting for Spring hoping I will thaw