Maybe it is just because they touch our hearts so much more deeply than other people, but it seems the best people have had the saddest year.
A young man who was like family while he was growing up, lost his wife after a long nasty battle with cancer this year. He is left as the single parent of two wonderful children, both under twelve and he is coping by remembering all the joy they have shared through the years. This is who he has always been, but it is even more poignant now.
Other friends have lost their cherished dog, really their only child and I know their hearts are breaking.
It's been a bad year for dogs. Maddie, Chauncey, Brodie, Lucy, and Decatur, all crossed over that bridge into doggie heaven leaving behind an emptiness that cannot be filled by just buying another puppy.
On the other side, my children all seem to be finding their places in this world and I am grateful for that. A mother's heart is always connected to the love that binds her to her children and even though we have to let them go, it feels better when they are okay.
I am always looking at my life as if it were a novel. Wondering exactly what part I am at. I know it's not the beginning, but is this the climax, or the end? Are there more adventures coming up, or is this the first view of that sunset I'll be riding off into some day?
Right now the sorrow seems separated from me by a veil that softens everything and the light feels brighter than it has in a long time. My life is sweet. I have good friends, a great place to live and everything I need.
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