brother/ husband / father / uncle
the black cold dusk sits to darken the faces of the kids standing at the doorway. his wife shrouded in tears cries at the top of her lungs as she can not hold her sadness in. My mother, his sister, holds her weeping. we feel the shiver of death through our backs and in our bones and we stand helpless to the cause. We can not understand where they are on the edge of this reality, but one can imagine it is a bleak isolate zone. At the brink of everything in their lives they can not comprehend this being shoved into their face, worse than rotting feces down their throat. It is a black hole, an abyss, that echoes forgetfulness of the past and to forever look into the face of the unknown. With his eyes staring back at them each and every time, their memories swell like ocean tides on a full moon, and all the kids can do is stare at two women holding each other in support, to grasp the inevitable nothingness they must face with the loss of him.