This song Perfect by Ed Sheeran came on as I was driving today.
At first it was gentle, the emotions bubbling up.
And then Wham! Tears streaming down my face. Sadness. Regret. Unanswered questions. More sadness. Grief.
Grief comes in waves. It comes unbidden.
I let the tears flow.
How much we take “tomorrow” for granted. How much we take each other for granted.
As I midwifed my ex-husband through to the other side, on two occasions we talked about dancing. Somehow I just knew when he was lucid, and when he was elsewhere yet could hear me.
I asked: who are you dancing with? My mother he said without hesitation …. I know my daughter and I smiled.
I remember him saying “it’s been so long” when I asked if he was dancing…. The sadness, even in his declined state, was so present, so heavy, so not-so-hidden in his voice.
That memory came slamming back as I heard this song.
Dancing was very much a part of of my childhood. I loved to go...
Yesterday was one of the most magical days I have had since my daughter’s wedding last year. I began with intentionally listening to what was around me in the morning as I recited “Thank you for _____.” My day began with a deep sense of Peace.
The day flowed as if by magic.
I was gifted a remarkable 6 month program — on something I have been wanting to do for a long time. $3000 in my proverbial pocket. Tears of gratitude. I expressed my gratitude by going out into nature.
Woven into the day I saw far too many people’s posts in my Facebook feed that their beloved pet had died. Earlier in the day, someone has asked for prayers, as her sister was fighting for her life battling covid. ~ Immediately following 3 posts about pets dying, her new post cam up stating her sister had passed.
My book, Living with Grace ~ A Story of Love & Healing, Leaving Paw Prints on the Heart, could be so very valuable to each and everyone of these...