Brief

Her presence,
merely a whisper
in a crowded music hall.

Her impact,
large and resounding,
bass drum reverberating.

Another crater
crashing into the terrain of my heart,
eliminating a portion of the soft, fertile soil
and turning it into useless, cauterized rock.

Convoy to eternity...

So I saw a random thing the other day. I was driving to the gym, and on the 805, I got stuck behind a funeral procession. Not just any funeral procession, but a convoy of vehicles about 40 cars deep. It was amazing. A motorcycle cop leading the group, like a drum major leading the band on to the field for the halftime festivities. Except, today wasn't a festive mood. How can a day when burying a loved one be festive? Then, the more I thought about it, the amount of vehicles in the procession was definitely significant. 40 cars!, at least! This person, or formerly a person had done something right in their spin on this soiled Earth to warrant a procession of vehicles, each filled with 3-4, sometimes 6-7 teary eyed passengers each on their way to pay their last respects to this loved human. Isn't that what life is all about? Priorities often change, but it was apparent this person had their priorities straight. Life is about making connections, bonds, impressions. It's about the love, the pain, the joy, the heartache. Yeah, I know, cliche. Whatever. This procession further drove home my belief that life is short. Cherish those you care about, hold them close, and never let an opportunity to share the true wonderment of love with another human go unexplored. Is it painful sometimes? Hell yes. But the other option is much, much worse. A life of solitude, loneliness, and yearning. Yearning for that deep emotional connection to another human. The feeling of self worth is important, but can anyone truly explain the feeling of putting the well being of someone else before your own? It was obvious to me that whoever had just recently passed away, had made a large impact on their world. The convoy was representation enough. But, for every car that had passengers that knew and cared about the deceased, how many others couldn't make it to partake in the days events? You never know how far the ripple of your personal pebble will travel when you splash into a lake...take every opportunity to make sure those important to you know just how much you care, Because you never know when your pebble will be cast haphazardly into the middle of the lake, like a child skipping rocks, detaching you from the world as you know it and away from all who matter.