The disruption of the normal days rushed in like the torrential rain in spring. This upheaval in our lives would take its toll physically, emotionally as well as psychologically.

Our 30 years of history, memories, life’s important experiences tossed aside for the scavengers to devour and then spit out.

Nothing was sacred; disposing of all that was once cherished. Put to the curb for the collection along with the other wastes.

I was now part of that compost pile degrading slowly, ever so slowly.

The flood of tears were my messengers of the sadness to come.

Those very tears would eventually wash away all the despair I thought I would never recover from.

No shoulder to rest my suffering self on. I was invisible now.