Bridgett Thompkins
Rockless
By: Bridgett Thompkins
It’s a beautiful day and I can see it.
But I can’t feel it.
I’m in a cocoon of numbness as I grieve the loss of my brother.
My rock! My friend!
My support system!
He was my former child partner in crime.
I’ve known him since I was three years old.
He knew me!
He saw me!
He loved me!
He was always there for encouragement, even when I doubted myself.
He managed to find a card for every occasion.
He loved words.
He LOVED!
HOW CAN I EVER REFER TO HIM IN THE “PAST TENSE?”
I KNEW HIM!
I SAW HIM!
I LOVED HIM!
But now instead of having him as “MY ROCK”, I’m underneath it.
As I process this grief the best I can hope for is to become ROCKLESS.
By: Bridgett Thompkins
It’s a beautiful day and I can see it.
But I can’t feel it.
I’m in a cocoon of numbness as I grieve the loss of my brother.
My rock! My friend!
My support system!
He was my former child partner in crime.
I’ve known him since I was three years old.
He knew me!
He saw me!
He loved me!
He was always there for encouragement, even when I doubted myself.
He managed to find a card for every occasion.
He loved words.
He LOVED!
HOW CAN I EVER REFER TO HIM IN THE “PAST TENSE?”
I KNEW HIM!
I SAW HIM!
I LOVED HIM!
But now instead of having him as “MY ROCK”, I’m underneath it.
As I process this grief the best I can hope for is to become ROCKLESS.