There are some things in life that just shouldn't happen... things that literally stop the passage of time. Days push themselves by dauntingly, but somehow the experience seemingly remains frozen. For those of us who are left standing as witnesses not actually experiencing the event, we ponder, hope, talk all in an effort to help navigate the freeze.
As witnesses, we long to help and support their broken hearts. So we listen... we call even though we know it's going to be a difficult, strange, awkward conversation... we imagine what it would be like to be them and, on a particularly weak days, we shed a cold, thankful tear that we're not they... we send notes in the mail... we go to outings for the sole purpose of being by their sides... we remember the dates and send text messages just so they know they are not alone... we pop into their lives with the opposite energy as they have at the moment... we give small offerings of bound written words... we take part in things they enjoy... we pray.
Watching them heal themselves from the deepest of pains never gets easier for the witnesses. Sometimes it might even become frustrating or saddening that our feeble attempts are so limited. We know, though, that it bears only a fraction of the pain of struggle for the ones with the frozen event. We remember and we help them to break off the icicles.
Time: 33 minutes
Place: Paved Park
Weather: Cold, cold cold!!
Distance: 2.8 miles
Feeling: Brrrrrrrrrrr!
Overall grade: C
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