One might wonder how after so many years have slid through the hour glass of time why someone would feel as if it happened just day’s ago. I have no answer, nor will I ever.
I ached to visit the stone placed in loving memory of my young grandson…I couldn’t take those steps. As a great sadness surrounded me I searched inward trying to locate beautiful memories of days we shared our lives with this little spirit…however sorrow clouded them as questions of why found a path to my heart. My thoughts drifted to my daughter…I could feel her pain, her memories, her loss. Helpless as a mother…I can’t fix this, change this, nor take the burden of loss from her heart. I feel useless…nothing I say or do will lighted her step.
More tears came.
When I first held my book there was felt a sense of closure…yesterday a new wound opened. Unable to fight my anguish I tried to embrace it, walk along with it as not to lose myself once again in a colorless world. If not for the times we feel inconceivable grief we may not learn to fully appreciate limitless love. Reversal of life’s cycle appears senseless, unnatural, but for every tear that flows I believe there is purpose.
Today a new life beckons…the wound is healing, the sun is out, and time ticks forward…life once again a beautiful sight to behold. I found the path out of the murkiness.
Memories…some to cherish…and others left unanswered…wistful in the songs of yesterday.
Sandyz
(Picture of love...my grandson and his sister many years ago...I will forever miss him) 
