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My Eyes Still See Yet My Heart Can’t Feel The Colours

August 31, 2018

In the stillness of the night, when no one stirred, and my heart was gently beating, you came to me in my dreams. There was no muffled scream, no tears, no fear. Instead, I felt your sweet breath as you whispered —

“I love you, mum.”

Like guarded pearls, I held your words up to my face. Against my skin, they were shiny, translucent, and so very soft. Reflected in their delicate beauty shimmered the light of purest love. Feelings so deep and eternal that they reached up from my soul and wrapped me in the essence of all that is you.

“I love you, mum.”

I felt suspended in time. The finality of your death, of your leaving, of having to face the rest of my life without you, it all seemed somehow clouded. The anguish, my brokenness, my utter despair, the desolation, they all dissipated, and as they did my own heartbreak floated up towards the heavens leaving me behind.

My mind’s inner images that had been filled with pictures of your torment, your suffering, your last moments in fear, turned vague, hazy, and became distant as they melted into the night skies.

You were so close, my darling, so very close.

You reached out as if to hold my hand. I shuddered as the wound that will not, cannot heal was bathed in your almost touch.

You smiled, that smile of yours, oh my god, that smile that could light up my world. Your spell bathed me in a feeling of calm and then before I could speak, before I could touch you, before I could hold you and never, ever let you go, you faded before my eyes.

I love you so much, I tried to say, but you had gone.

I carry you inside of me, always. I miss you, Alex. I miss everything about you.

But I was alone. Blackness descended and I opened my eyes. It mattered not that it was dark.

No one should ever, ever, ever feel what I have to feel.
No mother should ever have to go through this.
Ever.

For without you, my child, though my eyes still see, my heart can’t feel the colours. My world is grey, Alex. Without you, my world is grey.

 

Photo credit: author’s own

  • Katja

    Katja Faber is the mother of three amazing children. Following her 23-year-old son's murder, she used her legal training to work closely with private lawyers and the State Prosecutor in her fight for justice for her dead son. She hopes to inspire others in seeking justice for their loved ones and through her writing break the taboo of homicide loss. She runs her own farm, a magical place where she has recently started to host retreats for those in need of support and healing. Her farming IG account where she reflects on daily life in the country and the healing process of grief is on Instagram ~~~~ To read her blog and further articles by Katja do please follow the link to her dedicated webpage in honor of her son KatjaFaber.com. You can also connect with Katja on her FB writer's page.

    2 Comments

    • Duncan Gough

      August 31, 2018 at 3:14 am

      Un abrazo grande

    • Nora Bardo

      August 31, 2018 at 7:25 am

      Katja, your words provide comfort to my daily grief. One of the worst parts of losing a child to homicide is that continually feeling of being alone, of not being understood. When you write, I know I am not alone. Someone else occupies that grey world with me, and someone else can no longer feel the colors in their heart. Thank you.

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