Today was one of those “DARK” days – deep in grief, shrouded in devastating loneliness and sorrow. I miss my son so much. When the dark days come, and they always do, I find myself teetering between sobbing and raging. Crying for my baby, and angry at the whole world for continuing to exist.
The dogs starting barking and wagging. Someone was at the door. Someone they knew. When I opened the door, the light came into my world. There stood my Spirit Sister, big smile and sunshine over her shoulder – she had a arm load of rocks for me!
A short visit – but enough to beat back the dark day and let in the light.
I think I will go paint rocks.
We already know grief is a terrible journey – I pray none of us travel it alone. Let some one in. Let the right someone in.
Yesterday, I had Sister Time. She is not my biological sister, she is my spirit sister. It is a deep, powerful friendship – over 20 years strong. She “SEEES” me. She sees the real me, not the puppet show I put on for the world. She sees my pain and she can reach into the darkness and drag me out. She lets me rage, rant, cry – she makes it safe.
Then she always says the right thing. She gives me a light line. She never tosses the lame platitudes at me – you, know -you have probably heard them all.
“This too shall pass” or “You will get through this”
There is no “pass” or “through”. There is just evolving, learning how to find light in the darkness. It takes effort, but please know, if you are grieving and in pain – there is still LIGHT. Our GOD still loves us and HIS light is still shining. Sometimes we need someone to help us find it. Sometimes we need Sister Time.