As long as you can still cry…
A mentor uttered these words recently, reflecting on my current family status of two ill parents. (As many of my readers are dear friends, you know of Dad’s brain tumor and Mom’s long battle with Alzheimer’s). This point on crying struck me. Because, sometimes it felt as if I couldn’t.
Days would come and go- some bad, some good. But between the planning, the urgent needs, the everyday life, the work, and the need for sleep…processing through tears just wasn’t happening.
But tonight, the dam broke down. It wasn’t a gut wrenching sob, rather as if a hole punctured a wall. And although we so little think of tears as light, they were. They lifted a burden, even if momentarily, and rays of brightness poked on through.
The cause of this moment… the arrival of multiple cards from friends. Ones of support and love, and reminding me of my inner strength.
Moments later, a cool breeze blew, and wind chimes rang out. A sign of what, I do not know, but a reminder of newness, of cool refreshing moments while in the darkness of night. Springing life after a desolate winter, darkness giving way to dawn.
And in these holy days, a reminder of finding safety and resurrection from depths of despair.
So tonight, finding tears… I gratefully accepted. And love- love that I wish to gratefully share.
*** Thank you for all the letters of love and support- how blessed I am.***