Reflection
By R. B. STUART
Post Forty-Four
Post Forty-Four
When my father died I was 6 and mourned for 15 years.
When my sister died I was 27 and wept day and night for 5 years.
Then when my mother died I was 42 and mourned for 1 year.
At different ages in our life, death effects us in ways that open our heart, and ripen us with understanding, compassion and empathy.
On a spiritual level your beautiful beloved can still hear and see you.
Will comfort you by visiting you in your dreams.
While grieving, talk to them. Light candles daily. Locate a treasured item of theirs and have it available to you.
Smell her favorite perfume, scarf or blouse.
Frame special moments of them in photos.
This was your beloved, the pain and loss will pour out of you, and let that river of sorrow run free.
For one day, it will become a beautiful tranquil pond in your heart as acceptance and understanding takes root.
And the memories will bring you something different and new; warmth, joy, understanding and wisdom.
That their love footprint will always remain tucked in a crevice of your heart...and you will venture forth in this world creating a new life without them.
Thus is the human experience of life. Open your arms wide and embrace it.
May Peace Be With You
