I keep stopping while drafting this post. Overflowing tears are blinding.
Tragedy strikes and you are engulfed in sorrow, disbelief. Losing a child is like losing the ability to breathe, losing life itself.
Eric Clapton collaborated with Will Jennings to write this ballad in honor of Clapton’s four-year-old son Conor, who fell from a window of the 53rd-floor New York apartment of his mother’s friend in 1991. What went on in Clapton’s mind the minute he saw Conor sprawled on the pavement? This song illustrates his grief and America comforted him hugely: the song is one of Clapton’s most successful and stayed in Billboard charts for weeks on end.
My heart goes out to the families and friends who are doing their best to cope with death. Prayers keep one steady, retain peaceful and happy thoughts in one’s mind and heart —because how can you go on with your day when the person you love most goes away for good?
How can you put a handle on this pain that has intruded your sanity when lives have been snuffed out due to some heartless action?
There has to be a peaceful way out of this violence. We get so hung up on laying the blame on just about anything in order to build up a story —because we are all clueless.
My friend says it quite aptly: we have long left love in the backyard of our dreams, sauntering out the door to meet with our egos.