You know that scene in Forrest Gump where he starts running and just can’t stop?
I thought that was a funny way to deal with grief when I first saw the movie.
But now I understand it perfectly.
If I could have started running, walking or even crawling away from the heartache in those first days and weeks I would have.
Truth is, though, you can’t.
No matter how far or how fast you run, it all comes with you. I have to live in the black and white reality of a world that includes my dead son. I don’t have a choice if I’m going to keep my sanity.
And I think that’s another kind of invisible wall that separates those of us who walk this Valley from those that don’t: we know-deep down, surefire, gut-wrenchingly-KNOW there are things you cannot escape.
You can’t outrun them.
You can’t wish them away.
You can’t ignore them.
You have to embrace them no matter how prickly, heartbreaking or impossible that seems.
And then learn to live with them.