Silence of the Heart

I walk through the too quiet house, over and over, the animals following on my heels. They sense my sadness and know that things aren’t as they should be. I feel you, see your touch on absolutely everything that makes our home beautiful. My world has shrunk to the boundaries of this house and yard; a peaceful, solitary life, with one glaring omission. I am a prisoner in a place I love without the one I love.

I follow our daily rituals looking for some sense of normalcy; Sunday ‘Big Breakfast’ (but without your special blueberry pancakes). I work in the yard and water your beautiful gardens, clean the house, set the lights as evening falls…but some of those rituals sit quietly, waiting for you to be home; setting the coffee machine, putting out your juice and vitamins- some of the little things I do to show you I love you. There are clothes missing in the laundry basket, the television is quiet, I don’t hear your laughter or your gentle breathing as you sleep on the pillow next to me.

Everything feels hollow without you here in this place you always call ‘the house that love built’. None of this means anything without you, the person who brought light and love into my world. You, with your kindness, compassion, wonderfully goofy sense of humor, and huge heart, are the spirit of this place, my anchor in life.

Sometimes if I let my mind truly allow it all into the silence of my heart, everything that has happened to us and to the world in this terrible beautiful spring, the emotions are too intense and I feel unable to bear the load. Tears come, cries of anguish in the tomb-like quiet. But, I have to be strong for you and for us, confident in the knowledge that this, too, shall pass. This nightmare will end.

And so I get out of bed early each morning, focused on preparing for your return. I keep my body busy and my mind processing, trying to understand the lessons we are supposed to learn in all of this. I look for humor where I can, I look for small moments of beauty to sustain me. I take care of this home that love built so that it will be ready to welcome you whenever that may be. And, I say your name in my heart’s prayer, willing you to heal, impatient to hold you in my arms again.

“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.” -Leonardo da Vinci


19 thoughts on “Silence of the Heart

  1. This is such a beautiful tribute of love to your Dan. Hoping and praying for his swift return to you, who will help him heal best, ❤️

  2. I read your story and see myself there. I pray (that’s all I can do) for you and Dan and everyone else going through this nightmare. Is he any better today?

  3. Beautiful thouhts for your husband, Denise.
    You’ve built a life of love, and strength, together. That life is what will keep Dan fighting to get back to……💒💑
    I am hoping and praying, he will be home soon, where he can heal in your loving arms.

  4. Denise your words are amazingly beautiful, they dance a lyrical dance, leaping from the page into our hearts. Thank you for sharing such intimate and poignant thoughts. I continue to pray for your reunion soon. Dan is strong, and so are you. We will all get through this. 💋

  5. Thank you for sharing your and Dan’s journey though this difficult time. You make beauty from the fright of it all. It warms my heart to know you will be home with love for Dan…the nicest guy in the world❤️ Prayers of light, love and healing.
    Kathleen

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