At this moment, I am wife, mother, daughter, teacher, but I
never stop being a mourner. I never stop thinking of you. Imagining you. Wondering what you would be like. This doesn’t add or subtract from my love for
your siblings. Instead it reflects my empty space. The hole you left in my
heart. We will always be a family
missing a member. It never ends. It
lessens, eases, but it doesn’t leave. Here in this moment I am overwhelmed with
longing for you. It will pass, life will
move on, but here and now you are close. The pain is close. The wings of grace
which cover us will lift and fall, and we will continue on. You will go with
us. Always with us. Never truly gone. Grieving you is like breathing. The reality of the pain resides deep inside. Planted
and solid. A part of my being.
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