And while we weren't close, I find I'm profoundly feeling
his absence as I look at my husband and children.
The part of his story that intertwines with our story has ended.
But slowly and surely we must move on.
With this well of sadness opening up inside of me
I felt compelled to spend as much of the weekend
in silence. And when Monday dawned I felt the tears
come raining down as I realized that it would have
been my mother's birthday and how slowly and surely
we have moved on from her part in our story as well.
Today, I light a candle to remember and honor all of
those who's stories were a part of mine. Thank you
for the lessons, the laughter and the love.
May we treat ourselves with as much grace and ease
as we continue on in this life.