… it felt like yesterday.
I was alone in the truck, retreating from so many mixed emotions that flooded my soul after the NICU volunteer meeting.
Don’t think for a second I don’t want to be a part of it. I knew there would be days like this.
But I also haven’t had a day like this in a long, long time.
There is a sacredness in tears.
I really believe that.
It somehow unites the world with the expression of your heart.
It is healing.
But so draining.
Last night I got 2 text messages and one message on facebook about three different heart-wrentching situations.
Everyday there is somebody whose world is being rocked to the core.
Saying goodbye to their teenage soon, battling a possible life-threatening disease, experiencing an extremely difficult pregnancy situation.
Life is hard.
My heart hurts for the people that I love. This world doesn’t make sense.
As I drove home, looking like a crazy woman with a pitiful display of mascara-stained cheeks, there was a whisper that only Heaven could give.
She is alive.
She is alive and well.
As much as this separation from her hurts, that helped me. To remember that even though we visit her at the grave, she is NOT there.
She is long gone. Far from pain, hurt and questions.
And if she could tell me one thing, I believe it would be just that.
I’m alive mama. Don’t cry.
linking up with Tesha.