Sometimes when people suffer a death in the family they don’t move on. Sometimes they simply stay in mourning for days, weeks, months, or years. Many would say that is not healthy. That they should take stock of the good things they have in this life and move on. Yet, for some, they remain, lost in the moment and the memories, as if it just happened; and I get it.

I get the feeling of wanting to remain in the memory. I understand the thought of not wanting to leave what was. To simply – remain. In moments had and then lost. In conversations that delved deep and then faded. Time takes them all. 

But you don’t have ta leave. You don’t have to change or progress. You can remain. Stay there. In the moment, in the conversation, lost…indefinitely. Stuck. There’s a bit of beauty in that. Consciously refusing to leave. Time pressing in at the vividness of your memory and you simply refusing to allow it to fade away. Forcing it to stay just as clear as the day you experienced it. Replaying it in your mind with every note or lyric of the song playing.

iT’s uNaTurAl they say…life is designed to move on…then damn the creator of that abysmal design.

You can take the end of days, of years, and of moments and keep them. Considering it an offer that can’t be refused…I simply refuse ta take the offer. I’ll die here at peace knowing that when all else left – I remained. 

Some Leviathans can’t be raised.

So you say the words. You play your hand. Knowing the outcome of the cards before you even play them. Trapping the moment in play so that you can remain, remember, the best of what once was. The Weather won’t change for you. Knowing that…you can’t go back. You can’t change or alter what is. It is how it’s supposed to be…a void present in what once brought out…the best of me. 

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