The banshee’s wail, thought to be a warning for those who hear it’s cries and screams, may neither be a warning or meant for them at all.
The Earth shattering realization mere moments away from the comforts of deep slumber while the world whizzes on by at its usual pace of millions of nonsensical cares a second, for a minute second, halted. The wail of a banshee was not that to be a warning for others this time, but of uncontrollable grief taking hold of the body as it dropped to the floor. It’s only ability given to offer, is that of unrelentless heartache while the air escapes each crevasse of the lung. The lasting effects of those who’ve heard it, are a scorched memory of that night forever left a reminder that this is when it all changed.
Two years have now gone. Two years of life nonexisting. Two years of moments, hugs, kisses, laughter not stolen nor captured. Two years of heartaches unending and beyond mendable where you once were. Two years of everything changing.
That night we started running. Once that shockwave subdued long enough, once feet were able to be planted ever so, we started. We’ve yet to look back. It took near an hour, but we got there. Into the car, buckled, blanketed to calm the cold, and with a destination desperately needing to find us there. The wailing still fresh in my soul, it was then up to me, at those earliest of hours, to make sure the distance was gone. The only feelings that were there to guide were those that knew exactly what the physical road was presenting ahead, the same miles these bones had traveled for years before and knew so well. Everything else was empty and useless with no way of knowing how anything at that time. It was just important that we go, and that I knew how to get there.
Since that night, hours have faded into days fading into months with memories of happier things holding back all the pain. Things yet to come will be sorted in their ways when they need to be, while each day, two little worlds continue to grow and thrive. They are protected from everything and will always be so for as long as they need or wish to be. They know the realities of how harsh life can and will be, but they also know that your sword and shield once protecting them, has been picked up and continues through this day.
Two years gone. Two years of amazing growth. Two years of running, many more to go.
Two years never forgotten with dozens more remembering.