“It will take time, but the strength that comes after will be beautiful, I promise you.” ~ J.E. Rivera
In my emotional register, March always comes in like a Lion and goes out like a Lamb. Although my parents passed away eight years apart, March 7th and March 9th are very difficult days since they mark the days I lost the two most important people in my life. My dad died on March 9th in 2006 and my mom died on March 7th in 2014. When I look at those dates, I am shocked to see so much time has marched on since they were with us. It seems like yesterday we were all together and I can still hear their laughter as our family shared some wonderful times.
But time has a way of taking moments and turning them into memories in the blink of an eye. The pain of loss never goes away but, with time, there is a beautiful strength that comes with the perpetual grief.
Through the years my parents have been gone, I have come to understand that pain can be turned into power. I have taken that gigantic sense of loss and molded it into my ability to overcome an immeasurable atrocity. I have survived the worst and I spend each day being stronger than the last and I can now see the beauty in that strength.
“But time has a way of taking moments and turning them into memories in the blink of an eye.”
This is perhaps the most profound moment I’ve found in all of your posts – ever.
I am going to quote you, Susan. Brilliant.
Thank you so much, Sheila. That means a lot.