Spring comes without warning, it seems. Suddenly everything is green, flowers are blooming, and the world is waking up. New life is everywhere. Robins are hopping around our backyard, some are building nests in nearby trees and shrubs. There is an expectancy in the air. The cycle of grief is a recursive one. Back and forth it seems to go for months on end. Great sadness, numbness, depression, exhaustion; until one day a memory comes and it is not painful but poignant. Rather than a tear falling, a smile comes and with it a hint of joy and a lightness of spirit. Ten months have passed since we lost our Lacy. We made it through some big firsts; birthday, Father's Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas. The anniversary date of his home-going is not far away. In these ten months, Kenny and I have begun to find our way into new patterns and traditions. Sunday afternoons have become a time for visiting friends, enjoying walks, or just relaxing...
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