On Finding Closure Amongst The Open Darkness

You've got to wake up, sweetheart, and go to school; you know Mrs. Altterman won't start without you; come now, Son, the kitchen clock is moving fast; I cannot understand why you have to sleep so long! Every morning begging you to bathe and dress; I love you my dear, but you never cooperate; underneath those sheets and covers, eyes feign shut; I want you up this minute, no more trickery! Alright, Michael Thomas, suit yourself, im done; you leave me no alternative but to call your Father- at his office, and you know he won't be happy; and I think you know quite well the Cain he'll Raise! Hello, Donald, I need you to speak to Michael. as once again he refuses to get out of bed; he's hunkered in his blankets so deep and tight,00 it's as if he weren't even there at all. Anna Lisa, please go down to the Kitchen stove; boil us up a kettle of Chi-Li's sweet green tea; I'll be home in a few hours, and we'll talk a bit, but till then please don't worry about this issue. Thank you, Donald, I just don't under...Oh My God! Christ, Jesus, I've forgotten, am I going mad? I can feel him, smell him, sense the touch of his hug; I never thought we'd lose him so young, so fast. Anna Lisa, it's alright, you're okay, my love; sometimes grief takes control of the stable Mind, but always sends it to the Heart for closure; our love for Thomas will allow us to carry-on. As you know he would not want it any other way; I'm leaving now for home, get that kettle boiling; I'll be there for the whistle and to pour the brew; we'll be alright in good time because we have each other. And we also know that Thomas bore lead Crosses, and that people who do have earned their permanence, in a place where peace and happiness be constant; in a place where heavy crosses don't exist. Where darkness opens a window of Closure for the grieving. FjR-MMXVII