There are so
many ways to lose the ones we love. The ways of loss are varied and common to
us all. We can lose them through death, a romantic break-up, divorce, emotional
distance, sickness, addiction, careers, physical distance, dementia or Alzheimer,
peer pressure, youth, the hands of crime, adulthood, misunderstandings,
mistakes, and on and on and on. The hardest part of loss is wanting the person
back and missing them to the point of unbearable heartache and pain. There are
no words that can actually tell a person how to walk through loss. There are no
clever steps or wisdom or psychological guarantees of how to overcome such an
experience.
When I lost my father, I knew for certain life had changed and it
would never be the same. Suddenly my world that was once so familiar became a strange
place to live. It was indeed frightening. I learned I could not stop the wind from
going where it wished and I could stop lost from its visit to my heart. I miss
my father every single day. It doesn’t hurt as much as in the earlier days, but
the missing lingers. I don’t mind the missing; it reminds me how deeply I
carried him in my heart.
Holidays are particularly hard on those who have lost
love ones and I pray that they find some soothing means of comfort that helps
the heart. Loss is never, ever a pleasant garden to tend, but the flowers that
bloom, if we allow, - from this experience - will fragrance our lives forever. My
love one made a difference and not at all as I imagined. But what stays with me
every day – what makes me smile – what gives me peace - what warms my heart is
that while they were here: we
loved.
Pensacola
Helene
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