MY first day in the office after a weeklong absence. Nothing much has changed, except, of course, nobody will text "take care" and "come home early" tonight. The man of my life was buried yesterday, on my 22nd birthday.
The feeling is vague -- a mesh of peace and void that leaves you hopeful yet sad. Hopeful because I know that God is sovereign and will once again fill my heart with love and life. Lonely because no matter how much faith you have in that hope, it still doesn't suffice the loss.
He was the only man in my life. My favorite guy. He has a way of spoiling those dearest to him even in the absence of words. He was never the expressive type -- except when he's in the pulpit and with a lot of people. In those situations, he is always the life of the party. He loves it when people listen. However, when left with the family, he shuts up like a clam allowing his eyes and his stance to communicate for him. In those quiet intervals, I discovered I was also his favorite.
Even though my sister would contest that, I know with ineffable certainty that he loved me more than the rest. It's funny how he thought me oblivious to his discreet yet stubborn defense whenever my mom and I have fights. He really believed I didn't notice the "maximum tolerance" his diabetes would allow, whenever my attitude bargains for patience, to my sibling's envy. When he came home from Nicaragua, he gave me a necklace with a yellow Texas Rose laminated on the pendant. I didn't tell him I lost it. He attended every PTA meeting on my grade and high school years, and was actively involved. He always kept my schedule of classes in his Bible and organizer. He gave me the first Bible I ever read; it was the Student Bible I still am reading. Then he gave me books on different religions and cultures. He was with me as I took the UPCAT, and he was the one to receive my acceptance letter and the scholarship grant. He endured all my arrogant blabber: whom I met, how big my professor was, how great my classmates were, how wonderful UP was.
THE VIRTUE OF SILENCE Of all the virtues that most men and women disregard, it is silence. ... Silence of the senses, silence of inner muscular tone, silence of feeling" (Da Passano, 23). ... Absolute, utter silence. ... In truth, silence isn't always a good thing. ... But even so, no silence is always bad. ...
The Silence of the Lands When a man hears nothing, he receives no information. However, in the proper context, silence can make more of an impact than words ever could. ... Afterwards there was a silence on board the yacht. . . . ... Later in Marlow's tale, silence serves to represent mystifying grandness. ... An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. . . . ...
First of all, I believe we have the right to have silence and to have not silence. ... Maybe because I can talk up a storm at times, I love, maybe even crave the essence of silence. ... I had recently learned this while sitting in silence in class which made me to think was the shear essence of me remembering this because I was in silence? ... This will be our solution for us to obtain our ever so needed silence. ... Since this is our make or break year we could use all the silence as possible....
Inexplicably we knew exactly when the other needed silence and someone to just understand. ... I understood the silence needed by Travis and he understands the silence needed by me. ... He understood the times in my recovery that my only need was to be with him in silence and through his silence he spoke volumes to me. I knew exactly what he was saying with his silence, no words were necessary. ... Silence is a powerful communicator when shared by those who truly understand and care for each other. ...
Paul Simon's The Sound of Silence transcends the mediocre. ... Talking with silence would mean solitude, loneliness if not ennui. ... Nevertheless, it was still imprisoned "within the sound of silence."" ... But my words like silent raindrop fell, Echoed in the wells of Silence. ... Only by listening to the Sound of Silence can one be able to resolve this intrinsic issue. ...
In this verse you first hear the recurring paradox "the sound of silence", here used to represent his thoughts (i.e. they are given sound by him, but otherwise they are formless) He then begins to describe his vision (or his "restless dream"); as he walks down a dark, lonely, cold street he suddenly sees the "flash of a neon light". ... Here the "sound of silence" is the detached rut that these people have put themselves in that no one dare break (by "speaking" or "listening") The singer tries to reach these people, telling them that this unspeaking, unhearing silence will consume them l...
Some might consider silence to be a lack of communication; however, silence can be an extremely powerful form of communication. ... Silence can be defined as not having any noise at all. Silence can help portray certain things that may be odd. ... Silence is important for paying respect to people. ... Many people don't want to be in silence. ...
The film A Question of Silence (1982) is a bold political feminist separatist film that unveils the oppressive essence of gender relationships in society. ... The filmmaker makes it a point to show the women being silenced in society. ... In A Question of Silence, the housewife is left holding the empty coffee cup saucer after her husband takes the cup. ... The three women in A Question of Silence having been silenced throughout their lives choose to continue the silence when a female psychiatrist comes to speak to them. ...
