I come here and sit a spell.
Sometimes it's easier to sit and read how I once felt, in order to comprehend how I can possibly feel like I do today.
Sometimes there's a trigger that's pulled, a button that's pushed, a memory that's reclaimed that draws me back. It's at these times I hear grief whisper my name.
Few can understand this pulling...
this magnetic attraction to isolate the thoughts within my mind...
to dwell a while with feelings only I can feel because only I am me with these feelings.
Today it was a song that drew me back, my son. I heard it on facebook. You would like the lyrics. And since I know without a shadow of doubt you are Dancing in the Sky, I had to bring the song over here for safekeeping...
in case I needed to be reminded once again that where you are there is no pain, there is no sadness, there is no grief. Only joy. And from that knowledge I can smile again. Though I miss you, I can laugh the laughter you cannot on this side of heaven. I know you're laughing and dancing and singing praises. I know you're enveloped in love and light and joy. Oh, my son. You are the blessed one, now. I'm so glad we had such happy times together.
It helps so much to remember those times when grief whispers my name. It really does. momma
Dancing in the Sky.
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