The Nature of Mourning

It’s the quiet of the quiet moments that brings painful shuddering awareness that things are no longer the way they were and will never be quite that way again. It’s the hollowness of routine gestures which once expressed love so casually that they were as unconscious as breathing that echoes sudden death’s meaninglessness. It’s the emptiness of the empty rooms -- the pressure of a vacuum -- that draws the body’s hydration out through the eyes and suffocates what was accustomed joy. It’s the unexpected desolation that passively inflicts deepest anguish.