Blindsided
This morning.
Going through a long-neglected bamboo box crammed with little boxes, small jars, odd jewelry, crystals, beads, stones, tiny toys, charms, buttons, dust, old rose petals.
Suddenly I'm confronted with Patrick's newborn i.d. bracelet.
(Still just "boy" to them, but we called him Patrick from his first breath.)
And baby teeth. Oh. And it's his half-birthday.
Angels of Grief and Loss bend toward my bowed head and whisper that my tears are sacred.
And will never run out.
This day shifts its energy. Something different blooms.
)O(
posted by 'Zann @ 11:51 AM
Patrick's dad, Paul Burkett, took up saxophone 6 months after Patrick died, making our garage 'Patty's Studio'and making music his healing path.
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Oh Zann... thinking of you. Big cwtsh from Wales xxx
WOW- I just said Hello to Patrick yesterday afternoon while walking the dog- A white and grey feather fell on us. I don[t know that I could bear finding things like that, I know I couldn't- Know that you and Patrick are loved forever and he seems to be happy from what I can tell. I love you!
Oh, Sweetheart! I cry when I find these things unexpectedly, and my two babies are alive and well. I can't imagine the feelings that must be swirling around you right now.
Love and strength.
Even though your heart is breaking at this moment, you know that your life would have been poorer without his short presence and the pain is for the loss, not the gain.
...may be that this days energy shifts to love that blooms and blooms and blooms forevermore~
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