Some losses, you don’t really recover from in the true sense of the word.
People inquire from time to time (God bless them) but there isn’t a way to adequately describe the walk through child loss. Time passes and you move forward.
“You seem so happy”
“It’s so good to see you smile”
I hear that a lot and yes, there are rich moments, ones filled with joy and true happiness.
Those moments are likely sweeter than for someone who hasn’t experienced this kind of pain because when they happen, they are truly precious.
I like to think of them as flowers along the path.
You have to learn to look for the flowers.
You see, it’s a daily trudge along this path. It’s often tiring and uphill searching for the bright spots or “flowers”.
Some days, there are seemingly no flowers so you keep walking with the belief that there are surely more ahead.
Some arrive in bunches when there are too many to pick and the air is full of fragrance so you lie down in them instead and hope that the feeling lasts forever.
Some flowers are random and single along the walk so you snatch those up and hold on to them relishing the scent and the color like a blind person seeing for the first time.
Eventually, the petals do fall away so you sigh, drop the stem and carry on knowing that sometimes it’s brutal between the flowers.
Life keeps marching on.
Some flowers are small and white bringing a quick moment of joy while others are bright and tall and give longer moments of pause.
The trick is to pick them…as many as you can as often as you can.
Touch them, smell them, appreciate them.
They are what matter, they are the gifts that keep reminding you that there is beauty in living even when the cost seems too high on the flower free days.
Some flowers are people who say the right thing when you need to hear it the most, a kind smile, a look or a gesture.
Some flowers are beautiful words in a book, poem or a song verse.
Some, a place that brings peace to your soul.
Others were there all along, lying low to the ground, asking to be recognized and picked up…your loved ones who never left you and want nothing more than to mend your broken heart.
The flowers are there and all the more beautiful, even when the hills are treacherous and exhausting to climb.
Look for your flowers. They are growing everywhere.
Absolutely beautiful ❤️