Deviant Writing #2

Deviant Writing 2. Love

So many different things bring this concept to mind.  A daughter crying over her father’s casket.  That daughter’s husband, laying a hand on her back.  There’s no comfort in the hand, but just knowledge that he is standing there behind her.  That husband, sitting down with his mother-in-law, patiently explaining how her finances are set up and the options that she has now.  Not telling her what to do, but slowly explaining each one and letting her make the decision herself.  That mother-in-law reaching out to that son-in-law’s mother when she loses her husband.  Taking her out to lunch, offering company and support that precious few can provide.  A wife spending hours in the hospital at her husband’s bedside, waiting for him to wake or pass.  Answering a phone call at 2 in the morning to help a friend, even if its just to listen.  Friends rejoicing, being genuinely happy for your good fortune.  Those same friends mourning with you and for you when you are hurt.  The pain of betrayal, the heartache of loss, the joy of comfort, the ecstasy of discovery.  A willingness to let go and a stubborness to fight.  A smiling face and a wailing scream.

It is not simple, nor easy to explain let alone experience.  But it is one of those things everyone should know at some point in their lives.  You can try to block it out or lock in it, but it has a mind of its own, a will you can’t control.  Hold on to the railing cause the ride never ends.