Salve For My Wound


   The journey of grief over the death of our child can be a long arduous road.  Our wounds; they slowly start to heal but never fully.  A word, a song, a memory - so many triggers that can open and expose our wounds so easily.  I thank the Lord for the opportunities when salve is applied to my open wound. The soothing salve comes in so many ways.  I feel it when I smell the ocean - when I hear the cry of the hawks in the sky over my yard - in the dragonfly that dances on my flowers  or when the hummingbirds fly precariously around me as I sit in my rocking chair and yesterday when a friend sent me this card out of the blue to let me know she was thinking of me.  It brought a smile to my face and peace to my heart.  Grief is a mammoth beast that needs taming; it is so much easier when the burden is shared by people who love us.  Thank you to all my angels for walking with me on this journey called grief......

Best Gift of All...

I won't lie and say this week hasn't been hard.  It has been an up and down week since Mother's Day.  At least it has been more up than down. When I felt sad, I remembered the best gift of all.   On Mother's Day my youngest son gave me beautiful flowers, a heartfelt card and cooked an amazing dinner.  Since Jay's passing; my son wouldn't talk about his brother - he never brought up his name - I didn't either.  But, Sunday he spoke of the last Mother's Day with his brother and the awful meal Jay had made.   He was saying "Jay's" name and in my son's eyes I saw peace while talking about his brother.  Not the deep sorrow I have been seeing.  My son gave me the best gift of all "HOPE".  We are healing my son and I; learning to live again without Jay being physically here though forever in our hearts.