In times of collective grief, trauma, and stress, also live moments of hope.
In 2017, I lost my mom suddenly. It seemed as though the world kept moving and had left me behind. The sadness was palpable in every breath and the grief seeped into every conversation. It felt like it would last forever.
And in those moments it did last forever.
And then forever passed.
And I caught glimpses of laughter and memories of – well, nothing, really. It was all the little moments that made the difference and warmed my heart when I needed it.
Like how she would sing to birds.
Like how she loved to take pictures of clouds.
Like how she brought circus peanuts to family potlucks.
Like how she would clean her house but never really finish cleaning. Ever.
Like how she would laugh with me. Listen to me. Hug me.
And also like James and I this morning. We snuggled and chatted. No topic in particular. Just together. Being goofy.
When we look back on this time of collective loss throughout our world and in each of our families, I think this will be one of the pieces James remembers. Goofiness and glimpses of hope.
Years ago, in one of my moments of feeling loss so deeply, I looked at this sunflower in our garden, through weepy eyes, and there it was…
A reminder that hope lies constantly within loss. Resilience exists within enduring what feels too heavy. And love moves us forward together. The sadness comes too, but we wrap it with authenticity and love.
Today, wrap yourself in love. Sometimes sad, always, authentic. Love.