I have no more words.
Let the soul speak
With the silent articulation
of a face.
– Rumi
Sam (3/2/98 – 4/30/07)
He is the missing letter from every one of my words.
And, he is the lost words that I seek.
Though words never can truly describe his essence, the sound of his voice, his wit, his loves, his promise, his unrealized potential…
He is my possible, my dream.
My alternate reality, my quiet.
My left side, my tolerant heart.
My hope for peace, a better ending.
He’s my awareness, my stay in the moment.
My patience—in this space where I wait.
My mystery, my future.
My sight beyond this lifetime.
My unknown, my tears, my smile.
My “What would life be like if…”
He is my humor, my ability to laugh.
At my cluelessness.
And the absurdity of it all.
♥
Categories: Continuing after loss Death of a child Sam Willowisdom
Deanna
Rewriting life since the sudden death of my nine-year-old son, Sam (2007).
Trying to LEARN, think, remember, IMAGINE, cope, care, read, EAT, write, live, LAUGH, listen, enjoy, walk, meditate, stretch, watch, stop, BREATHE...and keep going.
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