Recovery Takes Time

The recovery from life at seven is so trying. Having witnessed your brother being taken to heaven. What future can a child see through cascades of tears, what future does a parent explain to allay his fears. Their day to day life has been forever changed, as their different tomorrow brought loss and sever. Where do I start to tell you if I coped. What words for the loss as my fathers health sloped. Decisions were made from the pain we must move, to be on the peripheral, to rejoin life, to gain. Absorbing our loss, brought us closer than before, but it has taken a life to go through their last door. My father and I, responded by living. We walked in beautiful glens surrounded by heathers, as we as a family grew from our weathers. The walks on Ben Nevis in nature surround, as he taught me plenty about animals and plants. We would drink the clear waters as he told me it brought life. Being so educated at seven, filled the void. Every so often we would say " Boom Boom " would love being here, as we thought for a moment and then the eventual tears. But the toll of our loss, for my father was heartbroken. His health declined with the loss of my brother. Six more years of sporadic times, as hospital became his home and child support became mine. My recovery from life continues to this day. As I think and look back at all the times we spent surrounded by life, my father and I from the loss of a life, but I still wonder why. .