Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Her best 33 years. . .

I heard this song "Ronan" by Taylor Swift, who took the words from a mom who lost her son to cancer at four, for the first time today.    
I have been emailing with your mom a lot lately and she is grieving for you so badly right now. . undoubtedly you were her best 33 years.  She said she looks back at this blog and your time together almost every day.  That year was the worst and the best.  Watching you in pain was so terrible but being with you every second she could. . breathing you in, holding you, protecting you... she brought you comfort like know one else could.  I will never, ever forget how your demeanor would change when she entered the room.  I would see you scared, unable to talk at times and she would walk in the room and hold your hand and your countenance would change . . peace would come over you - almost like you were taking a breath of air after drowning.

So I'm thankful she has this blog to look back on . .. hopefully drawing comfort knowing she was everything you needed her to be and more when you needed it most.  Remembering just how broken your body was and a reminder that you now you are flying. . . even though you were quite determined not to.  Sometimes we just wish we could fly behind you, making our flight easier in your tail wind like we did when you were here on earth with us- enjoying the beauty of the world around you filled with meaningful dreams, love and laughter.


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