When Comes Closure?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Although young and innocent, I had seen how death comes and takes away the soul. And left behind were tears and loneliness and sorrow. I was too young when my grandmother passed way and I felt an acceptance and acknowledgement of what it meant to die. And there was closure.

WHEN COMES CLOSURE?

By Al Garci8a

Although young and innocent, I had seen how death comes and takes away the soul.  And left behind were tears and loneliness and sorrow.  I was too young when my grandmother passed way and I felt an acceptance and acknowledgement of what it meant to die.  And there was closure.

I was a man when my parents passed away.  And once again, I felt an acceptance and acknowledgment that this was part of the cycle of life and the way it was meant to be.  This time I felt the sorrow and the pain of loss, and I grieved.  And there was closure. 

At the age of twenty, thousands of miles from home, I encountered once again the hand of death outstretched to snatch a soul away.  This time it was a friend my age who had dreams to live and memories to create.  We were connected at this time and place by shared memories of our boyhood along the Rio Grande.  So young.  So innocent.  My friend. 

War does not discriminate by age or race or gender.  War simply consumes the lives of those that venture into its abhorrent web of hate and lust and greed.  Death found its mate in war.  Killing, maiming and devastating bodies and souls.  And in a dark and humid field of decaying depravity and immorality my friend was snatched away before he felt the hand of death upon his soul.  So young.  So innocent.  My friend. 

I felt sorrow and I felt a pain I had never felt before.  I had known the ritual of expected and accepted death and I had mourned and grieved so many times before.  But never had I known the throbbing agony of despair nor the torment of an emptiness that now dwelled inside of me.  It was a loneliness and isolation beyond acknowledgment or acceptance.  I felt betrayed and helpless.  I felt alone so far from home.  So young.  So innocent.  My friend was gone as were his dreams and plans for tomorrows that would never be.  And I grieved, and still I grieve.

And all I ask is when comes closure?  When will the memory and the images fade away?  When will I be able to say, “And there was closure”?


Submitted: May 30, 2021

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