Glitter

I love reading song lyrics as poetry. Today was All Saint’s Sunday and I thought of Glitter by Patrick Droney.

“Glitter”

String of lights on the door
Welcome back to your life
This is worth living for
There’s so much left in store
And we don’t
Get to choose
Who we get to love
Or who it is we’re gonna lose
Or what breaks our heart in two

But no one really dies if the love remains
‘Cause nothing that dies really goes away

See grief it’s just like glitter
It’s hard to brush away
Bright light and it still shimmers
Like it was yesterday
And it falls like confetti
All of the memories explode like a hand grenade
And it’s sweet and it’s bitter
Grief it’s like glitter
Oh what a mess it makes
What a mess it makes

Past denial and the rage
The what if and the praying on the hardest days
You accept what you can’t change

No one really dies if the love remains
‘Cause nothing that dies really goes away

I think life’s a party
Something you should celebrate
Some people leave early
And others get to stay
And hearts they burst like fireworks
At the end of the parade

I’ve been struggling with anxiety and anticipatory grief. Every day I see posts in my MBC groups about another friend lost to MBC. Today in church we celebrated All Saints Sunday. I lit candles for my grandmothers and my son lit one for my dad. I thought of all the MBC friends we’ve lost. I am feeling especially weighed down lately. It hovers in the corners of my mind giving me almost constant reminders that it is there lurking. I will get it shoved back to the dark recesses of my thoughts so I can resume living. Life is a party. Some just go home early.