SLIVERS.
The day Kate died a small sliver lodged itself in my heart. A sliver of pain, of loss. Of cherished memories and sadness at unfulfilled dreams. A silent echoing of lost laughter. A part of me that will always ache at the absence. It may change and lessen over time but it will stay with me.
It joined the sliver from when Tony was infected and that was soon joined by another when Gibbs was in the coma. Those are slivers of fear. Fear that is a constant companion for those who love (as I do) the men and women in positions like this. Jobs where to protect others they are sometimes left with no choice but to risk their own. Where even if the ultimate sacrifice is not required they could still be seriously injured. These slivers that pain my heart every time they walk out the door.
Today's sliver is still too fresh to write about. This one is for Jenny. She joins Kate, Pacci, Agent Cassidy, Shannon and Kelly. The slivers of those taken from us to sing with the angels too early and I have to ask how many slivers can a heart take before it breaks?