Four years ago at this time, my family and I had just gone through what could have been the most traumatic thing we’ve been through: the death of my grandmother. I remember how I felt after that time – vividly.<\/p>\n
Everything was empty, cold, quiet. When I heard noise, it was always hollow sounding. I couldn’t wrap my head around the concept of death, and because this was the first time someone extremely close to me had passed away, I felt as if a part of me had died too. For weeks, I simply thought about the last two weeks of her life. I was miserable. \u00a0I couldn’t focus on anything – essentially, I was thrown into depression because of this. Nothing was comforting me: Family, friends, anything; nothing would help. I clinged to my music for sanity and answers. These are the lyrics to the song that ran repeatedly through those very lingering weeks…<\/p>\n
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Demon Hunter – “Carry Me Down”<\/strong><\/p>\n And if you see me losing ground Save sorrow for the souls in doubt For every word we never spoke Let all the fear inside you drown Will you carry me down the aisle that final day Oh, the blood is rushing out Will you carry me down the aisle that final day Four years ago at this time, my family and I had just gone through what could have been the most traumatic thing we’ve been through: the death of my grandmother. I remember how I felt after that time – vividly. Everything was empty, cold, quiet. When I heard noise, it was always hollow sounding. I [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-388","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=388"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":389,"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388\/revisions\/389"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=388"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=388"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bloggersden.org\/blogs\/nick\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nDon’t be afraid to lie
\nI know the pain inside my heart can’t break the fear inside of yours
\nAnd if you see me losing faith
\nIn what it means to die
\nDon’t let me leave before I know what lies behind the stained glass doors<\/p>\n
\nBleed every care out
\n
\n<\/em>Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
\nWith your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
\nWhen you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
\nLet the rain fall down and wash away your pain<\/p>\n
\nWe have a tear to cry
\nFor every silence like a wall between a better you and I
\nSo if you see me losing sight
\nOf all the death in life
\nYou’ll find the peace in every time I failed to see the death in mine<\/p>\n
\nTear out the blade and lay it down
\nSave sorrow for the souls in doubt
\nBleed every care out<\/p>\n
\nWith your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
\nWhen you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
\nLet the rain fall down and wash away your pain<\/p>\n
\nOh, I’m better off without
\nOh, the walls are closing in
\nOh, sing for me again<\/p>\n
\nWith your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
\nWhen you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
\nLet the rain fall down and wash away your pain
\n(Rain down, oh rain down, no care for the flood)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"