More and more questions Many answered before the realization that They even lived
What should I wear today? What do I want for lunch? What time should we leave?
Questions that serve to move my feet through the physical
And then there are those questions that cause me to pause
Why do I smile when the trees speak to each other? Why does the smell of sawdust remind me of Dad? How is it a terrible storm leaves behind such peace?
Questions that simultaneously freeze and thaw my heart As I consider the answers
Answers that will undoubtedly change with age and experience As long as I continue to ask
Layering itself within the everyday, grief flows between memory and emotion through eyes, ears, heart- Leaving me with new reasons to miss you.
Johnny Cash spinning on your granddaughter’s turntable. We listened to Johnny Cash on a long drive in my car.
Your grandson wearing one of your straw hats. I found a picture of you wearing said hat, smiling.
My sweet granddaughter and her blue sky eyes. You would have been so excited to meet her.
Your voice in my head, fading. How’s my little girl?
Grief flows between memory and emotion through eyes, ears, heart- Leaving me grateful, yet wishing you were still here.
Mom and I had a recent conversation about how we sometimes struggle to talk about the ones we miss. I get it. There’s a fear of causing tears, sadness, and increasing grief. But I’m finding that talking about my dad, remembering good times, brings peace. Yes, it may also bring tears, but tears have the power to restore. ❤️
Pines across the way, soaking in the afternoon sun
Downy woodpecker perched on newly found suet feeder
My heart seeing Your sweet smile through the window
My doubts fading as other hearts intently listen
I know the world feels heavy, but today I am choosing reasons to be thankful. Though they may seem simple, acknowledging them brings a little peace. 🩷🕊️
Piano Girl 