JANUARY 11, 2019: “In The Dying Light” …

Why does January 11th always have to be so fucking hard? Exactly one year ago today he was standing at the window in the kitchen of our beautiful castle looking out at everything he’d built … from NOTHING … absolutely NOTHING … after having spent a lifetime running from the pain from being thrown away by his mother. I was taking down Christmas decorations. I’ll never forget it – EVER. Especially because we were getting ready to take flowers to Gina’s grave for her birthday. I remember like it was yesterday … I walked in and saw him standing there with this cold, blank, lifeless stare and a single tear rolling down his cheek. I asked him what was wrong, and he turned to look at me. The look in his eyes leveled me – and I had an adrenaline dump right out the tips of my fingers.

Catherine, I can’t feel anything anymore.

I got so physically ill, because I knew just what he meant, despite those five simple words. Over the years, I’d just gotten to know his language and understand the “words” that were being spoken on his face, in his eyes, and in his tears. Although he would do it, it was so hard for him to talk about all the things that were deeply hurting him, because up until “us”, he wasn’t used to having his feelings be important to the people that he loved. In the months that followed “that moment in the window” we fought desperately to keep his head above the water, but in the end, the demons hiding inside the hole she left in his heart literally swallowed him alive. In being honest, that was the day I lost him. From that point on he was “dead alive”, slowly headed towards the dying light that began fading him into the darkness.

DYING LIGHT

Here we go again, it’s coming on just like before. The same old sinking feeling pulls me down an endless hole. Oh the heavy lifting as I fret for what might be. If this is the beginning of the end then let me dream. In the eye of the storm from the moment we’re born. In the dying light, we learn to live when we give in to the silent waves that crash inside. In the dying light, we can begin to live again when we wake up to eternal life. Let this be an exercise in how to face your fears. Step into the realm of madness if you dare my dear. We are lost in the swarm from the moment we’re born. All that we need passes by until we concede and resign this mortal coil into the dying light. {Alter Bridge}