Recently a friend invited me over to share a glass of wine and catch up on life. We had returned to her home after enjoying lunch at a local cafe feasting on southern style meat and 3 and our sweet tea all while sitting outside breathing in the sweet Tennessee air. I am not sure we stopped talking from the moment we saw one another. It was one of the most
When We Meet Again and Again
#2… This is my second article on life, death, grief, and signs in a series whose quantity of writings is not quite clear at the moment. I use the numbering sequence so I may keep track of the progression on the items I wish to share on these topics.
Spring awakens with the dawn of a new day. A new day that I get up and try to feel for my existence. It doesn't come. I'm here but I am not. Twenty eight months. I've come a long way but yet not so far. My needs are small in comparison but simplistically impossible. I want to see your beautiful face. Your twinkling eyes. Your quirky smile.
The season has ended. Blossoms of purples and whites fill my sight. I pass through the fields of heather and look beyond the sea. A peacefulness settles in the misty dew surrounding my body and filling my senses. I am with someone. A beautiful feeling of pure and abundant love emanates sparkles of light that reach deep within my soul. It is my son. He reaches for my hand and helps me up.
Grief is a natural response to losing a loved one. Your emotional response is very personal and takes time. Healing happens gradually; it can’t be forced or hurried. What is important is that whatever your experience is, you need to be patient with yourself and allow your heart to follow the course that is best for you.