I haven't been able to erase the names of loved ones passed on from my old tattered address book. My inlaws are both still there, even though they have been gone 10 plus years. My dearest aunt who left us two years ago. Every year I feel heart heavy when I see the names of the mostly recently departed. There are new names on that list every year now.
All your posts are so beautiful and all of them touch me deeply, but this one especially so.
Thank you, Michelle. I always feel the same when I read your words. I suppose it is a blessing that grief can still surprise me. This must mean that the love these beautiful people brought into my life trumps the loss. Most days, anyway. I pray for you as you honor the ones you've loved who've gone before you in this season of waiting.
Oh, dear Laurie, I am sorry this space is your season too. I’m holding on to your blessing of peace and sending one your way as well. Much love to you. 💜
Grief seems to come alive again this time of year. It peeks around the corner, surprising us with its intensity. We do well to honor those emotions, those loved ones, those memories. Thank you for this lovely piece, Laura.
It is a sneaky thing, grief. I am taking it for the sign that it is, pointing to the love I still carry in my heart. Thanks for your kind voice, Linda.
I haven't been able to erase the names of loved ones passed on from my old tattered address book. My inlaws are both still there, even though they have been gone 10 plus years. My dearest aunt who left us two years ago. Every year I feel heart heavy when I see the names of the mostly recently departed. There are new names on that list every year now.
All your posts are so beautiful and all of them touch me deeply, but this one especially so.
Thank you, Michelle. I always feel the same when I read your words. I suppose it is a blessing that grief can still surprise me. This must mean that the love these beautiful people brought into my life trumps the loss. Most days, anyway. I pray for you as you honor the ones you've loved who've gone before you in this season of waiting.
Dear Laura, what timely, achingly exquisite words. Marvel and mourning. Thank you for drawing me into your space—which turns out to be mine, as well.
Wishing you deep peace . . .
Oh, dear Laurie, I am sorry this space is your season too. I’m holding on to your blessing of peace and sending one your way as well. Much love to you. 💜
Oh, Laura... I wish I could hug your neck. But how sweet to hear your voice. Sending so much love.
Thank you, Sandy. I feel it 💜
Grief seems to come alive again this time of year. It peeks around the corner, surprising us with its intensity. We do well to honor those emotions, those loved ones, those memories. Thank you for this lovely piece, Laura.
It is a sneaky thing, grief. I am taking it for the sign that it is, pointing to the love I still carry in my heart. Thanks for your kind voice, Linda.