This is the moment everything up til this moment formed into this realization of healing. Because not once during the last few days had I been triggered. Not one hymn. Not one shudder induced by a smell or a sight. No anger. No pain. No regret. Just genuine gratitude and bittersweet joy for my family, for my grandma’s prayers, for the good old hymns, for each and every last memory.
It’s a bit before 7am, coffee has brewed, and my mother’s voice is floating through my house. It’s a comforting sound on an early Sunday morning. What is unique about this situation is that my children’s grandparents live over 700 miles away. Today’s technology affords us many comforts – one of the many reasons I … [Read more…]