He told me his grandmother had died.
I felt numb. I felt helpless.
I wanted to hold him tight.
But I know he’d only push me away.
Nothing. I felt nothing. Then an immediate voice in my head spoke up rejecting the thought.
Then grief from some hidden place ravaged me, leaving me breathless
And in a lot of pain.
I could not move. The moments passed by.
Slowly, I forced my breath out. My entire body ached.
I was weeping silently.
And all this, only by imagining.
Thank God for that.