All the posts about outsiders not understanding our grief, our love for Heath, remind me of another of my favorite songs. Heath always took life full throttle with fire in his heart. Those who don't understand, are those standing outside the fire. Thank you to you all who share the flame.
GARTH BROOKS LYRICS
"Standing Outside The Fire"
We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all
They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
Before I logged off, was going to thank everybody that replied to one of my posts, but the list was very long, so will just say---you all are
the greatest. Also, Ayashae's poem was beautiful.
But Michelle's saying: "...a reality that will scream until it's heard.." hits close to home.
Maybe there's more than one scream, though. More going on. The first, from the total unreality of all this. The second, from the unreality
moving into proving true. And a third, maybe what Michelle speaks to, a scream that accepts finality but expresses a grief that must be heard.
Myself, I am still going back and forth between those three stages.
Again, the news says the funeral is Saturday, but, if that is true, is that actually Friday, here? Does anyone know? I don't believe the family
means the actual day is to be kept private--they probably just don't want, and will enforce, no media nearby.
Well, everybody hang tough. A lot of outsiders would think we were overly emotional....and weak. Just the opposite---we have been tough
enough to risk a lot by loving, and we are proving tough enough to handle a huge loss. It's not that we're better than others, but we sure are
independent, unique, in the ways that we give our hearts out, and, if outsiders looked a little closer, they would see we gave our love to Heath
....with just cause.