Sixty-seven days without writing equates to
sixty-seven days of empty pages. Sixty-seven days of empty pages…sixty-seven
days of a grieving heart.
On October 12, 2014, my mother lost her battle with Scleroderma
and went home to Jesus.
That was thirty-seven days ago.
The gap in between…the empty pages…the loss of words
I felt on the days leading up to her death.
Since her death …the empty pages…the loss of her in
Forgive my absence. I do not know if there is a
right or wrong way to travel the road of grief and loss. I only know I am on
that road now. I would like to tell you that my grief has passed. It has not.
Some days powerful waves of grief overtake me, and I feel the waters crashing down on me. Other
days, smaller gentler waves remind me of the emptiness in my heart.
Grief takes time. I know. How much? I do not know.
All I know is today I found the courage to Just
Turn the Page
and begin filling the empty pages once again…
Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow unit the
faucet is turned on. Louis L’Amour
Labels: grief, Just Turn The Page, loss, Scleroderma; death