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One day, I noticed that Levi had lined up all his cars in a row. Because it is important to know when it is your turn.
Unless you're a dragon, because, well... dragon! Then, it's always your turn! :-)
For some people, the Christmas season is their most difficult grieving season of the year.
Not me. With the passing of Noah's birthday on February 26, I have been descending pell-mell down the slope of anniversaries that bring up bittersweet memories of Levi.
Apparently, getting puppies is how I deal.
I know that sunflowers think their job is to propagate their species by creating seeds. But today? It was to teach me that even when we've been hammered by life, and everything seems wretched, and we are broken all over the ground, we can still be beautiful.
"It's your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you." - Rumi
"Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life." - Anne Roiphe
Every day is another step forward. Every day, grief morphs and whirls and changes into a different shape, like dancing aurora borealis. And lately, I have been surprised by joy.
Last Saturday, Levi turned four. It could have been an awful, hard, day of mourning. But it wasn't. It was a day of joy, and remembering, and thinking about our little man. Together.
I make magic with words. And I drink tea. A lot of tea.
Grief isn’t done with me yet. Not sure it ever will be. Especially if I don’t learn to be still a little more often.