For my friend, Sherissa...
thinking of you and wishing your father was still present with us.
Change is an inevitable part of life, bringing bright skies one day and dark clouds the next. Life can be comfortable and then, without warning, tilt to a place that is completely unrecognizable. We never see it coming...never know when the heavy hand of pain will knock, knock, knock at our door.
The sudden awareness that the impossible can happen to you comes in so many different ways. It's that moment when the father of five children loses his job; when that 'still young' grandma is diagnosed with terminal cancer; when a loved one's life is abruptly ended; or when a small child loses her eyesight.
There is no slow motion.
The scuttle and bustle of normal life screeches to a halt and you find yourself in a place where suddenly, there is nothing but pain.
We are women...we hurt deeply. We love not faintly or weakly, but passionately, personally and lavishly. Lots of love brings with it the potential for lots of pain, and having loved our best, we still feel we have loved inadequately. We mourn the loss of our fathers, our brothers, our sisters, mothers and friends with fierce intensity. Those we have truly adored, we will always love, and that which was deeply felt, we will always feel...yet in those moments when our skies turn gray, we have no choice but to carry on--no matter how we wish the world would stop spinning so we might regain equilibrium.
For every tear, a memory
For each memory...a smile...