I looked at the pictures she had taken of me in the Garden
— smile on my face
— sun beaming
And I thought to myself that if I could send
any picture to heaven it would be this one
“Look Dad and Oma, I shine just like the flowers do”
Real talk on loss:
Perhaps the cruelest part of losing a loved one is that I do not get to show them who I am today. A strange form of self love that I have received from them? When I think of how proud of me they would be I am beaming with acceptance and acknowledgement of my accomplishments. They’re harder to recognize when I just think of them myself, at least for me anyways. What a strange and interesting lesson I have gained from this experience. The lessons never stop– for that I am grateful. Blessed really, to have to angels who teach me so much even in their absence. The ones we love are never really gone though are they? Not a chance.