Dedicated to those who cannot let go. To death.

This was Wednesday. On my way out...to chill. Bright sunshiney day, the breeze tugging at my umbrella while I'm walking down the road to take a taxi. Honk! Taxi pulls up and I hop in. Middle aged to elderly woman sitting in the front passenger seat. She's prattling about something or the other. Old people. Tsk. Bitching about this and that. I start listening because she's loud enough to be heard clearly, and her voice has this tone of frustration and earnest.

Something about..."he left me in debt...I'm not paying those drinking bills". The adoption papers, the hassle of court, the hassle of the police station. They didn't want her to see the car. She protested. Finally I suppose her insistence paid off - the took her to see it. Crumpled, shattered, blood all over. She broke down of course - it was her husband. She wakes up and thinks that maybe he'll be there. The shattering reality that he will never be. After so many years together. So suddenly, leaving everything in disorder around her. She says it's harder every day. She's knows she's wrong, she knows she must let go, but can't.
"I know he's gone but I can't come to terms with it" "I can't believe I won't see him again".
Ouch. Indeed.

I get out at my stop and move along to the rest of my day.