With all my might.
It happens in waves amidst rich gratitude that she is ours: sorrow that makes me feel helpless.
And it is mixed with a love so deep that it makes the helplessness black.
A series of events led to making today one of those days where my eyes brimmed with tears all day long. And when I looked over Grace’s shoulder at a picture on a post she was reading from my sister’s blog, it spoke to me:
“That is me,” I thought.
And the tears welled up again.
I want so much to be strong enough for all of them.
Yet I am weak.
I want to give my heart to Heaven.
So when I saw this next picture I thought, “that is me too.”
And a fat tear slipped quietly down my cheek, mirroring hers.
But the third one is the one that gave me peace:
Because I instantly I recognized myself again.
“That is me too,” I thought.
The heaviness is still there, but so are those angels. I can feel them.
I hope Lu can too.
(Artist information and my sister’s beautiful post here.)