Bring Me Peace
When
your daughter dies and you think you are starting to heal -- you are.
You are healing.
As much as someone whose broken heart struggles to beat
on the outside of their body can heal.
But
when your daughter dies the pain can hit you out of the blue at
anytime, for any reason. The fact that you live each day without her is
reason enough.
And
when your daughter dies it defines you. But you wouldn't want it not
to. Sometimes the only thing I want people to know about me is that my
daughter died. Nothing more.
When
your daughter dies you live in a dream world. Aware that you are "doing
MUCH better", thriving even, but constantly aware that she is not
there.
The
good times aren't so much "good" as they are triumphant. Because
enjoying yourself, feeling at peace, having fun...those aren't your
run-of-the mill emotions you experience easily after your daughter's
death. They are hard earned rewards for having HOPE.
When
your daughter dies you don't fear or fight getting older. You embrace
it and have the ULTIMATE gift to look forward to the promise God gave us; to be together again for all eternity.--while
simultaneously wondering and struggling with living your everyday life
on earth and how you will possibly make it.
This is a powerful expression of mourning your beautiful daughter and having to go on living life in her absence. Absence is a powerful, weighted presence, isn't it? That's because presence is most life giving when it includes the familiar face, voice, and eager hugging arms. I can't lift the weight but I can reflect with you.
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