Day 56 – Loss
A friend died today. Unexpectedly, but not so unexpectedly. Sitting still, still enough to write, feels wrong. Pacing feels right. Make the feet match the rhythm of the mind. The desperate clawing at memory. All those memories. Make yourself remember. Make promises to remember. Squeeze your eyes shut. See them more clearly. The card games, the swing set, the walks home after dark. Remembering comes first before the regrets, the what if's the should've's. Then you remember them together, the memories and the regrets. You gather them together, cradle them against your neck like you would a purring cat and pace some more. Gently this time.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. - C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Prompt: Write about a cat curled in a lap.