Dead Silence

My team won its second game today and following the game I headed to SoulCycle. As I was on my way I had a sudden urge to talk with George. I just wanted to speak with him and tell him everything that’s going on. But he’s dead. And like a glass hitting the pavement, I shattered. Right as I was turning onto the main road to the studio.

I’m a masochist. Tonight I sat down with the picture book I made for George several Christmas’s ago, and started flipping through it. Looking at the pictures of us together and being so in love and having the best time. And then I decided to listen to the voicemails I have saved on my phone…

I hear his voice, and it’s so lovely, but all I want to do is speak with him. Tell him I’m okay, and that I miss him and still love him. But when I do, or so i think I do, it’s silence returned.

I don’t want to go to Scranton tomorrow. Or ever. It’s too close to where we first met. I need some serious strength in these upcoming days.



About J.

Fitness professional, aspiring writer, college lacrosse coach, widowed at 28, currently dating an Air Force officer who is deployed and documenting the at-home dealings and updates.
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One Response to Dead Silence

  1. mewhoami says:

    It’s wonderful that you can hear his voice still, but that may be so hard at the same time.

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