These, too, I have said at one time or another. Even if I haven’t voiced them aloud, there have been times I screamed the words in my mind at night, alone, in the dark, for no one to hear, because I didn’t have the courage to voice my threat aloud.
So, I wrench out the words, “Thank you for the memories,” and I whisper, “I wish you well in your journey,” while at the same time my want to stay cuts deep. The days pass and I imagine my body and soul bleeding out, wasting away to dust.
I turn around.
I put my back to the door and see the candlelight stretching through the window pane, across the road ahead. That is the way. Scary but exciting, it is the way .... not the comforting chair behind the door I shut.