So, I was reading through the various blogs that I either follow, or happen to pop up because of a linked blog, and there was a story preceding a poem about three seconds and how that can change everything. Strange but true, and now what?
I was driving along today and a song came on Pandora by Garth Brooks, “The Dance”. If you aren’t familiar with this song check it out on youtube. After I lost my husband last year I used to hear this all the time on my way to and from work and each time I heard it I cried. “I could have missed the pain, but I’d have missed the dance”. The pain of losing my husband is so bad yet I wouldn’t trade my life with him for even a second. I think about him every day and although I have a male friend, a boyfriend, it doesn’t make the pain lessen. For all those who judge, don’t worry I would take my husband back in a heartbeat if I could.
The three second story though hit me harder, because of my son. Unlike Roth Poetry, my son’s accident ended miserably. I don’t write this to make anyone feel bad. I guess I just needed to express that those three seconds for one person are so different for someone else. How can it be?