Now, sitting there reeling and unable to speak, the unopened CD caught my eye. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of disgust at the site of it. Some time much later, I remember thinking that a CD was a strange thing to focus my anger on. I promptly threw the CD away, not being able to make it through the first song. The next couple of days and weeks ran together in a pool of sadness. Losing someone who you feel is responsible for helping shape you into the person you are is unfathomable. I will always regret not seeing him as often as I would have liked in those last few years. I wish I could turn the clock back...
Reality snapped back into focus as we pulled up the long driveway to the farm. The few tears on my face were swept away before questions were hurled my way. At several points throughout the day, an idea kept recurring. If I borrowed the CD and was able to make it through without breaking, perhaps some of the guilt I felt about the possibility of feeling joy, (which didn't happen), on such a horrible day would disappear. The logic may not have made sense to other people had I spoke it allowed, but it did to me.
I haven't yet been able to listen without those feelings of guilt and anger creeping back in. Hell, I haven't even made it halfway through. Maybe I never will.
I can't wait for the day when we meet again and can listen and laugh together. All will be as it should then...
Copyright 2008 Regis C. Spangler III