Day 122
Grief is sneaky. It sometimes waits until the wounds have slightly scabbed over. It waits for you to let your guard down. Then the memory comes and you are slapped in the face.
Today it was in the form of a song. I looked for it intentionally. I was planning to use it in my blog, but not this way. It brought me back to a time when my sister, Rosie, was told there was nothing else they could do to treat her cancer. The memories of her telling me she cried in the night so no one else would hear. The sadness she felt knowing she was leaving the children and grandchildren whom she loved so much.
This song made me ugly cry. I didn’t see it coming. I wrote about this song once before, but I thought I was strong enough to listen. I was wrong. Instead I have picked all the scabs off and now I am raw.
I miss you, Sissy.
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Hope that a gentle hug finds you enough room to be allowing you to feel safe and vulnerable at the same time … xx allow these moments to come and embrace you as they seeve to remind you that your sister is still very much present in your world touching you with her butterfly kisses… she comes to you in these moments to say thst she is still very much here and by your side.
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Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful and sad thoughts. I know I have lost a number of friends and relatives and whether it is expected or not, it still brings pain for each of us in many different ways. I don’t believe it will ever be easier but it brings out some beautiful sharing in each of us that can benefit others more than we can imagine. Thank you again, and I hope that you can be comforted with your memories. This is a beautiful song.
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Thank you, Anne. I have lost so many beloved people in my life. My two sisters hit me very hard. It is a testament to love and I am thankful for their presence in my life. The grief comes in waves and all I know to do is acknowledge it when it happens. I am sorry for your losses.
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