Antelope?

You never know when those moments will come. The ones that make you stop. Make you pause mid step. Make the sound of your breath, so loud in your own ears. The ones that put your life into harsh contrast. The ones that make you focus on the the sounds of your little ones as they pound through the house, squealing with glee? indignation? it’s hard to tell sometimes.

It could be a song on the radio that makes you slow down to the speed limit just so you can hear the end of it before you roll into the driveway.

It could be that your uncle had a stroke.

It could be that life is a series of many moments, and sometimes they all run together to catch up with you and knock you down, so that you are forced to focus on them.

It could be that there is a part of your past, someone who was a part of your world many years ago. Someone who took you under her wing and showered you with the gentle kindness that grandmothers tend to embody. Someone who made the world a more beautiful place through her years of activism and art. Someone who is wrapped up in memories of a life at the beach, in a round house, of happiness and joy and a feeling of safety that life may just be beautiful after all.

It could be that someone…that she, passed, silently and peacefully in the night.