By Elsie K. Neufeld
Paperback through Elsie okay. Neufeld. On behalf of herself and all mourners, Elsie ok. Neufeld recollects her brother, stocks her tears, strives to forgive, and asks the place within the darkness God dances.
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It frightened even me. Page 35 That is how I awoke, to the sound of my own barbaric cries. No quilt or pillow could contain the noise I made. No medication could tame the animal in me, raging against the sin that killed my John. But my cries were not only my own. They were joined by the sounds God made when death first took a life. Three days I woke like this. Each time Walt rushed to our bed and held me close, my back to his front. My unborn child lay thrashing in front; I couldn't even face the man who tried to comfort me.
The room is mostly silent, the only sounds an occasional sniffle, cough, or whisper. Then suddenly, there is a wailing. " My oldest brother's grief surfaces. His wife leans over, holds him tight and rocks him, crying too. "I know, I know," she says. I look at them in disbelief, imprisoned by my own grief. I cannot go to him as others do, surrounding him, comforting him. I wince as I look again at the coffin. This cannot, cannot be. Our family is calm once more. But only briefly. Now my mother rises and stands before the coffin.
On the first anniversary of John's death I placed a notice in our local newspaper. " This paradox is true. John is gone but he is still here. I find great comfort in these words. And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore of memory, images and precious thought That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. Wordsworth Before I proceed I must introduce my family, for they helped shape this story. My husband was John's close friend long before Walter and I married.