It’s amazing how easy it can be to forget what you’ve done in the past. I was sitting today trying to overcome my writers block and remembered about a blog I had started on Tumblr 4 years ago. I went back to see if it I could find it (and if it was even still there) and lo and behold there it was. Looking through the eight posts I had written gave me an interesting snapshot to what I was doing and how I was feeling back then and reminded me of just how far I’ve now come.
Most of it isn’t stuff I would think about reposting here, however there was one post that hit me and that I want to share with you here today, ironically it’s not even something I wrote! It’s a post from my brother’s account that I had shared back then and today I am sharing it again. It’s a beautiful story of compassion for those that make a difference in our lives and it nearly had me in tears just reading through it again, the last line gets me every time. I know most of us have seen or read the stories about rocks and sand in a glass and still having space for a beer afterwards, but this one is different (no beer involved).
So without further ado, enter my brother Matt:
Rocks and Sand
Imagine a glass of rocks filled with sand.
I once read a poem at a cricket club in Belgium that one the players had written about a man who all the best cricket clubs have. The one who is always there whenever anyone else is and a lot of the time when no-one else is. When they’re willing to do so much just for the sake of the club and all the people in it. Everyone’s drinking buddy, everyone’s confidant. Everyone’s best friend. And this man had died a few months back
Anyway it was one of the most poignant I’d ever read and it moved me incredibly. I can’t remember it exactly but it was comparing this man, his name was Oz, to the sand which fills up all of the tiny little cracks in a glass of rocks. The rocks were all the people who were part of the club and all his friends.
I thought it was one of the most beautiful analogies I’d ever heard, partly because of the personal sense of loss involved and yet partly because of how relatable it is. There are people out there in the world who are so truly great and wonderful that they have the capability to fill up everything that’s missing in your life, give you that support and happiness that you needed. And when that gets taken away you still survive, you’re still rocks in a glass but the loss is huge. That sense of fulfilment is just gone and the emptiness is difficult to escape.
Anyway the one thing about it that will always stick in my mind is the one line after this, so poignant in it’s utter simplicity:
“We rocks will miss our sand”