Today, was one of those days. While feeling our way around our new stomping grounds, we headed into Mesa. And it was there where our lives knocked up against the life of an older woman on the precipice of change. She'd just lost her husband and in the throes of fresh grief she was uprooting herself and selling her house and belongings.
Reality. It was in the tears that were so close to the surface and that sad but resigned half-smile on her face. It was as if the smile was a shadow of a personality in happier times and the house, a reminder of what she no longer had.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
|Sometimes storms come out of no where.|
Real life - maybe that's why many of us love romances where we're guaranteed the happy ending. We all know love comes with strings, long sticky, often sorrowful ones. If you love you may some day grieve.
It's those feelings that slap us around and knock us to the ground that in the end, and this isn't like it sounds but - are a writer's feeding ground. I know I was close to tears myself. It felt like I had been widowed by the death of a man I had never met. But it is those emotions that I'll remember a year, two or even ten from now. And while I probably will never forget her, it won't be that woman or her circumstance I'll write about, but the emotion I briefly touched, somehow - somewhere it will be there.