I am going to have a happy day.
A happy, beautiful, brilliant day.
But I know there are some that won't.
My Brother's nephew was killed in a car
accident yesterday. I don't know him. But I know
His aunt Becky, my brothers wife, and she is
Brave and Beautiful.
My friends father is dying. I don't know him
but I know his daughter and she is Brave and Beautiful too.
I have known loss and heartache and grief,
that could never be spoken of on these pages~
Because their mine...
and now their Gods...
Because I gave them to him.
With the help of his Son.
Before he took them from me...
He let me feel them until I thought my heart
would shatter in a million Pieces.
Just like the plate mom shattered
at her cancer retreat. The host let her pick out a beautiful antique plate~
My mother loved Antiques...
And then she was given a hammer and told to break it...
into a million pieces.
"This is your life" they told her...
and she felt sad, angry and hopeless.
Then they brought out the morter and told her to create something beautiful out of it.
And she did. But she was still a little sad. A lot sad.
"This is your new life"...
This shattered plate has been made beautiful again.
Different than you ever dreamed. But beautiful non the less.
Why? Why do they call grief...heartache?
Because Everything aches~
your throat...I call this piano throat, because that is what you swallow when you swallow grief.
Even your breath. Every single breath you take...
feels like your lungs will collapse.
I have beautiful women in my life, that know first hand what it feels like to shatter a plate.
But those are their stories to share. They shared them with me and I will never Ever be the same.
They are my sisters. Because you can't glue a plate back together without Sisters.
And I will never forget the cold winter~
They got on a plane...
And brought me Spring.
This one is for you~
And for all of my sisters that make my plate whole again...every single day.