The Mournful Radio Song

The song stabbed my ears. But I could not bring my hand to change the radio. The world slowly swished around me as I pulled into the driveway.

Stepping out of the car, I dragged myself to the tomb. I felt like a limp rag doll as I stood there.

"Via my love," I mumbled. "I miss you more than you will ever know. You left us and, you broke my heart. But I carry you in that broken heart anyways." Once my lament left my voice I felt my eyes sting from tears.

"That was beautiful," an unknown voice whispered. I turned my head to see Jude's face.

"How did you known I was here?"

"I didn't. I just got here, but I should have guessed," she replied. Jude squatted down next to me and patted my shoulder. Tears streamed down my face. Jude's soft voice whispered words of comfort but I could feel her breaking beside me.

Without thought nor reason, I hummed the tune to the mournful song. Our song. It's words and melody seemed to carry her spirit. Eventually Jude joined in with me until the song finished. The moment was ours and time had slowed. I could feel the cracks in my hearts healing and the scars of grief fading.

My heart was broken and the pain would be there. But I wouldn't deal with it on my own.

Perhaps several hearts were broken that day, including my own. Family and friends. People who would rejoice in seeing her again and crumble when they realize they wouldn't.

We wouldn't be alone. We'd have each other. Her spirit would be there as well. In the things that reminded us of her.

Photos, texts and toys.

Mournful radio songs.