From a Wounded Warrior notepad:
The greatest casualty is being forgotten.
When I was young, I lost my mom. I did not understand much but one thing puzzled me the most. I could not comprehend how the world continued to spin and life just moved on.
I was surrounded by attentive family and friends for a few days, but once everyone left, no one mentioned my mom’s name again.
As a kid it was like losing her little-by-little each day. Eventually she completely disappeared. I did not know how to handle my feelings.
So…I learned to bury them.
Each loss faced found its way to that growing mass of unresolved things. Each addition made it harder for me to carry that growing stockpile with me. The carefully arranged stacks began to crumble and so did I.
I knew I had to tear apart the piles that were beginning to control my life. I had to learn a way to make sense of loss.
It has been a long process. My blogs have helped to clear up some of the clutter in my head and enabled me to share my progress.
Thank you for hanging with me while I explored and eventually found my way through the clutter. Sometimes, even when you are afraid and unsure, you just gotta let go and let God answer your prayers.
Trust in Him and yourself.
Peace.
B...simply being... 