Image: Own. Somewhere in Virginia, South Australia. Nikon D300 50MM f/1.8.
My old, beaten-up car throws itself over kilometres of highway. I don't know where I'm going, I just want to get away from here. I Wish You Were Here plays from my old car stereo with the occasional crackle; a natural one that all old stereos make. You were meant to grow old and grey and frail. You were meant to bury Nanna and Pop, not the other way around. No one should see their child leave this world. It's not fair.
You enter my mind in the strangest of ways now. When doing the dishes, driving past the ocean, or eating Tuna sandwiches I'll think of you and all the seemingly wise things you had to say. When I was young, we'd talk for hours about the universe and all its quirks. You'd make me cold tea and we'd sit on your tattered lime sofa, until ungodly hours in the morning. We'd have conversations about all the important things like politicians and the most efficient way to make cereal. Indeed, you were probably right that milk *does* go in after the cereal but I'm too stubborn to admit otherwise. That's the stubbornness I got from you.
I guess I should be grateful. Don't get me wrong, I'm so fucking thankful for everything you ever did for us. But I miss you. Selfish as it is, I want you back on this earth. Just for one hug, maybe a late-night conversation. But hey, you're gone.
Anyway, I'm driving westward towards the beach as the late October sun dances back into its bed slowly. The ocean is infinatley blue and vast and wise, just like how I remember you.
Here is my post for @MarianneWest's #fiveminutefreewrite. Today's theme was grief, most people have lost someone at some point and its totally okay to not be okay. You're never alone.
Gee, what a depressing post. Hopefully you've enjoyed... or at least experienced some emotion from this free write. I kept to the 5 minute timer today and didn't go over - impressive. Please upvote, comment, and follow me for more content.
Yours,
Jordan.
