As a child, I couldn’t get enough of them
I read them cover to cover
I was drawn to the stories they held
to the beauty and heartache in the pages.
Those stories taught me about love and loss
hope and truth
courage and strength.
Today, I still love stories
but I have come to understand
that my love for books stemmed from a deeper desire to know people.
To see a glimpse of their heart through the vulnerability of those personal stories…
Everyone has a story,
it speaks to your life journey.
Maya Angelou has a quote that reads:
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you…”
I have come to understand that this is so true.
13 years ago I kissed my son’s beautiful face for the first time,
and the last…
He was stillborn…
and it broke my heart wide open.
unimaginable grief and love poured out
and I felt this incredible need to share the story
of how his little life had so touched mine…
Sharing his story, is how I could authentically honor him,
and speak to the deep pain I felt with every breath.
The grief so raw.
The longing so deep.
Looking back now, I recognize that this journey was a process
A process of acknowledging deep loss,
of crying the tears that needed to be cried,
of asking questions,
and coming to peace with the unanswered questions.
Of acknowledging my son, who was not in my arms,
but will always be a part of our family, and of my heart.
I lived from a vulnerable, honest place
and that journey was oh so hard
and so very sacred.
The outcome of that process is: I changed
How could I not?
Today, I breath in deeply of what each day has to offer.
I smother my daughters with kisses
and remind them that they are loved.
I trust my intuition
and listen to my heart.
I choose to speak truth
and live from a deeper place of awareness.
I am kinder to myself.
I honor this journey of grief that I will forever be on
and I bravely share our story of loss with others,
not only to honor him,
but in the hope that it will encourage them
to step into their brave,
and live with vulnerability
I believe that we were created to love and be loved.
To share our stories of life with each other.
These beautiful stories
help us understand that we are not alone…
not alone in our struggles,
and not alone in our hope.
They speak to the journey of life.
Your story matters.