Moving Past
Today the sun is bright, and the sound and feel of spring is in the air. Today my son cries for his lost friend, and celebrates that she's not in pain anymore. It is a bitter sweet day - a dark chocolate day in the history of our family. A monumental phase of life that is so normal it's written into screen plays, books, and stories. Yet it doesn't feel common at all. To watch his tears, to get a billion hugs from grieving - somehow it seems so huge - so close. I'm just thankful I have the knowledge to help him through this, the experience to be certain when I tell him this is normal. I do not enjoy the pain of my past - but I am thankful that I can pass along the ability to understand on such a powerful level that this really is part of life. The reality that every morning will bring a bit more relief and the one that has passed is alright and with them in heart and memory. I also enjoy my ability to create because as I type this my son has a pencil in hand and is transferring his pain to the paper in the form of creativity. A hint of the sunshine that is so bright outside is glinting in his eye as he makes motions to move past this. I hope this day helps him forever down the line as he runs into tough situations. Today we start healing and moving into the future.
Comments