One hour ago I just came home from the burial of a neighbor, a woman aged 66 years.Someone has died,
Arrangements must be made.
Many will feel sorrow,
Soon the sadness will fade.
Many people will come
As they did once before.
Enter the eternal tomb
And leave their names at the door.
Many will stand at the casket
Crying with the pain they bare.
Me, I mourn in my own way----
I just sit quietly in a chair.
I used to work at a government facility that had an acoustic anechoic chamber, which is a specialized room designed to completely absorb reflections of sound waves, while insulating against external noise, creating a "free-field" environment. To say that it was eerie being in there is an understatement!Ever sit in a room in complete silence? Just you and your thoughts? Sometimes silence is golden! Be still and listen…..
Even with the benefits of my poor hearing and earplugs I've never achieved perfect silence. I don't think it's possible.I sit in my gentlemans flat in the woods - my dog makes no sound ;there are no others close by ; few birds I never hear but there is always the buzzing - bees NO - just in my head or ear canals ; I wonder whether absolute silence would be frightening??
One hour ago I just came home from the burial of a neighbor, a woman aged 66 years.
It was cold (37F) and it was raining the whole time at the cemetary.
Her name (not exactly since it was the first name of her husband with an added 'né' which is similar to the English "Mrs. John XY", né just means that the person is a woman) and her age was written on the casket.
After some time I thought "that's my age".
Everybody dies, yet we don't know how and when.
I think about that a lot. I wonder why my phone seldom rings compared to 5 years ago. It's because those who called then are gone.It was startling for me, when friends and ex-relatives my age and younger started passing away.
I get that. I often would be in a meeting with other guys staring off into space thinking about something else completely when someone would ask me a question and I would never hear them until the man beside me would elbow me and say “Someone’s talking to you.” I would have to say, “Oh, sorry, what was it that you asked?” It can be embarrassing.I used to sit quietly for a while every morning with my coffee, before I picked up my phone to check email, social media, read the news etc.
That was before Devin died. These days I am always looking to fill the silence and keep my mind busy to lessen my ruminations and sadness about him.
Silence used to be my friend. Now it’s my enemy.
Well it (perfect silence) is possible in an acoustic anechoic chamber--NOTHING! Try it some time, it is really bizarre!Even with the benefits of my poor hearing and earplugs I've never achieved perfect silence. I don't think it's possible.
But listening very hard is interesting.
White noise, a steady background noise, like ocean waves or heavy rain, is helpful if you want to get rid of noise distractions.
Not all that long ago, a woman that I swore I was going to marry suddenly passed away. She was only 58 years old. I have never loved another woman such as I did her until earlier this year. I mourned her death until I met the woman I just recently became engaged to. Each day, I would take time to honor her through prayer and remembrance.I think about that a lot. I wonder why my phone seldom rings compared to 5 years ago. It's because those who called then are gone.