I was drawn this evening to some lyrics from a Simon & Garfunkel song. We have had an intense ice storm here over the last 24 hours – I fell twice today. And, you guessed it, we’re ‘slip sliding away.”
Funny enough, but my mood is more sober.
Verse 3
And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he’d done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home againChorus
Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan
The information’s unavailable to the mortal man
We’re workin’ our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we’re gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.
Feeling mortal and a little unhinged, slipin’ and slidin’ on the emotional roller coaster of grief.
Facing my maker and asking lots of questions. It is going to be a long week. I have two friends who lost their father in the last few weeks, another that lost her father a few years ago, and I lost my Father almost six years ago. His diagnosis came in the month of December so it starts a long period of loss for me.
How to be? What to think? How to help? What to do?
“Believe we’re gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.”
Logic & Imagination 