I want to be honest without being hopeless. I want to share the emotion of grief without sounding like I’m going to the pit. I think actually that there is a sorrow that leads to life.
I’m trying to move forward with life, but there seems a necessary step to take and that is one of grieving. I’m grieving what is lost, but I hang on.
I know my son is fine. I do. But, he is no longer living daily with us and I grieve this. I miss him so much. I miss his smile. I miss his deep thoughts on a matter. I miss his complaints of injustice. I just plain miss him being around. Our daily family is different now. It’s good. But, it’s a family of young women and Phillip. I’m sure this has been very hard for Phillip as well. Female hormones abound!
There are other people and things I miss dearly. Perhaps I just have too many people and things to miss at once. I will hang on. I know life will be okay this way. I know I will adjust, but for now. I hang on. Tears are my companion, but Jesus is my rock.
Let me share the word: