It’s been nearly a year since the knock on deaths door was heard; a year of everything changing, evolving. No longer the same man that once inhabited this body; alone with one’s thoughts can have a chilling effect on how they perceive themselves. There was death’s hand that day; the only one stretched out in those early hours of emptiness. It was not taken, but left stretched during that long drive. It would have been easy to grab hold of it, yanking him in nice and close. But no good would have come from this act. He was useless as ever in those hours, and I wasn’t ready to deal with him just yet. He could squander a few more hours away, waiting.
Those hours quickly turned to days, then weeks, and now almost a year has passed. The darkest days have long gone, with new opportunities coming in every day. A steady job has been held since the aftermath, with freedoms that are greatly needed. More adventures have been taken with kids eager to conquer the worlds around them, and I’ve been there each step of the way. Watching things unfold, helping plans progress, all while the past remains where it is; a lesson to be forgotten within the ingrained history of myself.
Rather sad than funny, how you were once willing to let everything slide in order to be with the person that nearly killed you… But those days are done, forgotten about. Now, a new light breaks through the grey dull that has settled within. Slowly, with purpose, it has cleared the way for new, better opportunities experienced. Some days death is a welcomed friend; this day was a lesson taught by death, and turned around.