Loss
I remember my Mom telling me after her Mother passed away
how she would pick up the phone to call her when something would happen. Holding the receiver in her hand she would remember
her Mother was gone, the realization hitting her all at once. Almost forgetting for a moment with the daily
chaos, but there it was… the pain of loss.
I understand that now.
I can’t even begin to put a number on how many times since all this came
out in January that’s happened to me. Just
going about my daily routine, diapers, playing with toy trains and fielding
tantrums… and I almost forget. I hear a
song, or smell a smell, or see something… and there it is. It stops me cold in my tracks like an
invisible bat to my face. I feel like
the air gets sucked out of the room in a millisecond and I’m just stopped. This IS my reality, this is my real
life. And I just sink instantly into the
darkest place within myself. The tears
well up in my eyes and my fingertips tingle.
“How could he hate us so much, to hurt us so deeply” I wondered. “Us”
the wife and child that loved him. We
were the two people at home that trusted him with everything. I trusted him with my body, time, energy and
pure true love. The only things in this life I have to offer
from me, truly from within me. You
cannot buy the “gifts” one person gives to another they are gifts above money. He
took those fragile pure gifts and broke each one, and actually never even
turned around to see them shatter as he tossed them over his shoulder as he
strutted down the street. Further and
further away from what really matters in life.
Here I am, after I super glue myself back together. I kneel down with my little hand broom and
dust pan and sweep up all the shards. One
thing that has been surprising to me throughout all the “crazy” is I keep
finding little diamonds or some days just a piece of glitter in all the
mess. People that were never there
before, or some that were and I didn’t know.
I have this plastic grocery bag full of broken pieces but I have an ever
growing pocket full of beautiful, shiny treasures I would have never collected
if I was not here sweeping.