Jason’s Day

I am thinking of this day every year, dreading when it comes and dreading when it leaves. It is the day of my son’s death. I have another beautiful son who lived and has all the days of the year, but this day belongs to his brother Jason who left the world before he could even really understand it. He died in the night quite in surprise…even to him, I am sure. He was just starting to walk and
laugh and live without seeming pain. We could make no sense of it.
I suppose what I find every year is that beauty has an underside.
Sometimes life flips on us just when we believe all things good.
But also it makes me mourn the unfairness of existence….and how
we are so unimportant to the world except through the tethers of love.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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