June 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
There are no words to rightfully describe what I’m feeling, what I’m experiencing. If I can’t explain what I’m feeling with words, I can’t expect anyone else to sooth me with their words. There are no words. Maybe in Japanese or Chinese or some other very old language like that they have a word. Sometimes I run into words from old languages that stand for a whole host of feelings. I can’t think of any right now, but I’m sure one of the older languages has the right word for this kind of grief.
“Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” – Horatio in Shakespeare’s Hamlet
Elias Horatio born 1:57am on 6/16/12
My heart aches to hold you in my arms again. You will be loved and cherished all of my days. Rest in peace my son.