Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
(Macbeth)

Sunday, March 1, 2015

4 years…..

My dear, dear Phillip;

It is four years tonight since you left us.  It has felt like a journey of 1000 miles, slogging through a jungle of suffocating grief, interspersed with moments where the sun has broken through the canopy to warm my face.

But something has changed in the past few months.  Now when I walk into your bedroom, or look at your picture, or just think of you, I am overwhelmed with love, gratitude and joy.  The love that is every bit as strong as it ever was throughout your whole life.  Intense gratitude for having been given the privilege of being your Mom and having you in my life for nearly 27 years.  And a wellspring of joy just thinking of you.  For most of the past four years when I have thought of you my stomach has sunk and tears have welled up in my eyes (or poured down my face and soaked my shirt).  Now when I think of you I am more inclined to smile from ear to ear, even while strong emotions churn in my stomach.  But they have become different emotions.  All the pain, joy, regret, love and loss is mixed with gratitude, and the gratitude is stronger than the pain, regret and loss, leaving me feeling the love and joy.

I told your Aunt the other day that gratitude is a transformative emotion.  I think that is why I think of you with such joy now.  Because throughout all these four years journeying through the valley of the shadow of grief I have been grateful for the cause of the journey:  you in my life.  I wouldn't give up the past 31 years for all the treasure the world has to offer.

Perhaps you know this already;  I don't know how much you are able to check in with me.  If you are, I'm sure you are very glad knowing that thinking of you is a source of great happiness for me, rather than intense pain.

I'm sitting on the love-seat in your bedroom, looking at the pictures on your bookshelves.  You in your three prom pictures.  You rappelling down Mt. Diablo.  You skydiving.  You in your track team photo. All of your mementos from all your travels and experiences.  Instead of dwelling on the fact that four years ago this moment I was in the ER with you, I am able to look at your happy memories and smile.

You will always be the source of the greatest joy in my life.  
And I will always be profoundly grateful.
And I will love you for eternity.
Mom


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