Where oh where to begin, I could spend hours catching up this little blog of ours. It has become a bit overwhelming for me which is why it hasn't been done. It's the little spark at the end of a long day, week, month that I keep coming back to but never finish or publish for the world to see. I started this blog to help us document our precious gift of life here together but it has become so much more. As I face the last post I wrote I keep wanting to run away further from this reality. I have to say that 7 months have passed since my dad passed away and the grief still feels raw for me at times. My sister is such a blessing and has been sharing so many resources of strength and faith during the last seven months. The one thing that has stuck with me is that "grief is like waves in the ocean" not steps that you "get through". Sometimes the waves are small and hit your feet reminding you of memories that are fond which fill your heart and soul with wonderful strength and love. Other times they are HUGE and knock you off your feet, making you feel overwhelmed, saddened and even overcome with grief from that moment in time and the days that followed. Each wave being it's own unique time, emotion, and memory. "So if you never stop loving that person, the grief never completely goes away" "The bond never leaves, you love them and they will always love you." The reassurance is that the waves may get smaller and further apart but that it is OK and normal to be overtaken by a wave further down the road. Just like the ocean, waves come and waves go. Energy is transferred and changed. Life keeps moving...I keep moving...days are filled with wonderful opportunities to see, feel, and hear new life and expressions of love.
You can make it, regardless!
This post is an expression of love, weakness, strength, frustration, understanding, fabulous times and difficult times. Life is real, sometimes rough like the salty waves in the ocean, sometimes calm and soothing like the waves in the ocean.
I'll get back to the family pictures and posts soon, just needed to get this stepping stone done! Baby steps turn into leaping bounds, I get to witness it daily :)
With love & laughter (and a few tears)
Beka
This is such a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing. That analogy makes so much sense and I think I will remember it for a long time. Hugs to you sweet friend.
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