Empty Pages

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 my life.

Dear Friends,

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

 

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Just Turn The Page: Empty Pages

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Empty Pages

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 my life.

Dear Friends,

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

 

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2 Comments:

At November 22, 2014 at 11:23 AM , OpenID beingwoven.org said...

Dear Samantha, this is my first time here, yet I feel the grief. I am so very sorry for your loss, the loss of your mother and the suffering of Scleroderma. I am truly sorry. I praise the Lord that she is with Jesus and that you can rest in Him in this time and for a long time to come. I lost my mother almost two years ago after caring for her with the help of various living places' staff for fifteen years. The grief is still with me, yet what I do notice is that those hard places, that memories of suffering are lessening and the memories of Mama's joy, her words of thankfulness to me as she neared the end of her life, the amazing woman she was surface much more. I am so grateful for those now.
I hold you in prayer, and will be back for I was drawn here from Chris Malkemes site with your badge on it.
Caring through Christ, ~ linda

 
At November 22, 2014 at 6:19 PM , Blogger Samantha Coon said...

Linda,

Thank you so much for sharing. I am glad you found me. I too, am sorry for your loss. You must have quite a story to share about caring for your mother for so long. From the time of mom's diagnoses to her death was a little over a year. So fast, and yet for her I think it was incredibly long because of the pain. I know she is with Jesus and pain free.

I am thankful time eases the sorrow--even though it might not go away entirely.

I love the name of your blog, and I look forward to reading more and sharing life with you!

In Christ,
Samantha

 

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