
I somehow lost you when your spirit left us.
I was holding your hand when it happened – the moment between here and there…
Everything that you were, instantly morphing into everything that you are.
My gut wrenched as they zipped up the bag as though your humanity was no longer necessary, but rather something to quickly hide from my fragile eyes.
Remembrances, embraces, a simple service, a lovely lunch prepared by the church ladies, a quiet drive home, alone with my thoughts…but there are no tears.
I cried for you while you suffered, but not now. Not because I know you are in a better place, but because I refuse to grieve.
Before I drift into sleep I pray that God allows the gulf between flesh and spirit to be breached.
Surely you will come back to me in my dreams, but there is no visitation.
I put my hand on the gravestone hoping to find a conduit to the connection I seek, but there is no conjuring.
Little by little you’re teaching me to stop looking for you as you were…
You’re the beautiful spirit that emanates from my daughters.
You’re the familiar gleam in the eyes of my granddaughters.
You’re the unconditional love in a pup who lights up when she sees me.
You are in the breeze as I walk through the majestic California redwoods, and reflected in the prisms of the snow capped mountains of the Sierra Nevada.
But I know there is more that you have to tell me, and when I’m capable of hearing, you’ll speak directly.
You have found a most receptive host in your daughter in-law and she graciously tells me the messages of love you have whispered in her ear.
My eyes glisten but the tears will not fall until you say it is time.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom
Anxiously awaiting your reply…
