When the wind blows

Sometimes when the wind blows we curl up to avoid its bitterness as it cuts through our bodies and sends shivers throughout. Sometimes when the wind blows we do a side step dance to avoid the trashblowing towards us. Sometimes when the wind blows we close our eyes and let the breeze consume us like a fine sip of wine as it lifts everything we have and takes our pain away.

Sometimes when the wind blows it pushes someone into your life when you least expect it, you're not sure if you should curl up and avoid this person, side step to avoid them or close your eyes and hope they walk away.

Someone blew into my life about six years ago, it wasn't on purpose, by accident or by chance. I didn't close my eyes, side step or curl up. Just let it hit me. Sometimes it hit me like a runaway boulder with no remorse on what path its going to take but just knows that it's going through you if you get in its way. Sometimes it hit me like warm sprinkle in midst of an oasisless heat wave.

Without any warning, this wind blew right through me and blew away. It left a stillness in the air that was without any sign of life or presence. I barely had time to prepare for the wind, it came and it left. I couldn't chase it down and it went by so fast I barely had time to enjoy it. I remembered being cold, being hurt and wanting nothing to do with the wind, I put on more clothes to prevent it from cutting through me, I turned my back to it, I hid indoors...

This wind stopped blowing today. Unexpectedly it ended. She lived her life as strong as the gust that preceeded her. She was strong, independent, powerful yet at times soothing. There's a stillness now after she's gone, eventually we will all feel the breeze again and reminice about the time when...

Erin, you were never swept by the wind, you were the wind, you blew through people and places and took a piece of everything you encountered. You left me cold at times and warm on others. At the end, after you've blown away, you left me wondering what happens when the wind blows. It was too soon, Erin, but you're wind is blowing through in a better place. You will be missed.