I’m finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don’t really know what
I’m going to do when I get there
Take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of Grace
I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t want to speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
‘Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside heaven’s door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be
– Breathing by Lifehouse
Parents do things… like stand at the door of their kids’ rooms and listen to them breathe.
I used to do that.
In the calm darkness of the early morning.
The light snore of a child
of an adolescent
of a young man.
There were years when I worked far away and I left the house for days and I left well before dawn.
And now… that is all that is left.
Even if Ethan were still alive, the time would be gone
The time of standing at the door…