This is me now...
My days are now spent caring for this sweet boy, Isaac.
The days are filled with his laughter.
He has helped me heal in ways I never thought possible.
He keeps my mind busy with his needs.
He fills the aching pain in my arms I felt after Peyton died,
The arms that so desperately wanted to hold a baby.
I am thankful for Isaac and his rainbow of light he brings to me.
But I still miss Peyton every single day.
It has been 2 years, 9 months, and 24 days since I last held her in my arms.
When I told her "hello" and "goodbye" at the same time.
I would say now, I am mostly happy.
The smile I had to fake for so long comes more naturally.
I have a good life and don't feel the sting of grief so often as I used to.
However,
I am left with crippling anxiety that I might never be without.
I worry about Isaac and his life more than is probably normal.
I am fearful he will also be taken too soon.
I've come to realize grief is both a blessing and a curse.
Yes, I have more fear of losing loved ones because death has touched me so deeply.
But this also means I love deeper than I ever have before.
It really makes me remember to take each day as a blessing.
To never miss an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Now I choose to heal and not let myself become a victim of grief.
Now I choose happiness instead of pain.
Now I choose to live in the moment and be thankful for my journey.
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