And then
when I get home, Billy starts talking about his job.
And then I
turn on the news, and there is heartache.
It is all
around us. Our family, our friends, our
neighbors, our community. Sometimes the
people in our personal worlds are suffering, and we have no idea.
I used to
search for meaning. I’m not sure there
is any meaning to this heartache.
Sometimes I
have to shut it out because I simply can’t hear or see any more of it.
Still, we move forward.
And we heal.
Please don’t mistake this for
closure. In my opinion, closure doesn’t
exist. Some wounds are too deep to
forget.
Healing is a process. One that we may always go through. We can choose to go through it with hope.
Some of us
hold onto hope. Some of us hold on so
tightly, we are afraid of crushing it.
Hope can’t
be crushed. Sometimes it may feel like a
crack of light under a door, but it remains.
When we are
healing, we need hope. Hope that the
grip of pain will be lessened, will be released.
And then it
starts. This day wasn’t as bad as the
last. Every day we get a little stronger. That’s what my mom told me after I had Lucy
and was a new mom, sleep deprived, half crazy from parenting advice from books,
relatives and strangers. I repeated it
daily.
Again, I
like repetition.
I don’t think
it just applies to new moms. I think it
is universal advice to healing. I’ve
dispensed this valuable nugget to friends.
For the sake of repetition….
Every day we
get a little stronger. And the healing
begins.
And
we'll walk down the avenue in style
And
we'll walk down the avenue and we'll smile
And
we'll say baby ain't it all worthwhile
When
the healing has begun
And
the healing has begun-Van Morrison
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