There are things in life that have no good reason and no good explanation.
Bad things happen to good people and evil seems to be rewarded .
I lost my mom when I was ten years old . To this day I cannot think about her without shedding a tear. People say to move on past the pain and the grief and for the most part I have. I focus on the good memories I have of her . All the little things we used to do together . She was a beautiful person,and a wonderful mom to myself and my siblings. I smile when I think of her, but sometimes I still suffer the pain of loss and even those good memories cause a tear to fall. I allow myself that brief moment of grief. I don't feel bad for feeling bad.
Two years ago I lost my infant grandson . I still cry when I think of the pain I watched my daughter go through , knowing she held him in her arms as he struggled to breathe, then struggled to die.
I cry when I remember holding his lifeless body in my arms and irrationally thinking that if we could just take him home, he would be ok. That somehow we could bring life back to him. I cry when I remember how cold and callous some of the nurses were . How they told my daughter they would dispose of the body as if it were trash because he was born too early to be considered a person .
I hate people who believe that . I held a perfectly formed little boy in my arms that day.
I cry for all of the little babies who are slaughtered in their mother's womb because life has no meaning to people these days. But that is subject for another time and place. I don't want anger to invade my thoughts today.
I'm 60 years old so I have a lot of memories and some of them are painful and sometimes I cry.
I allow myself those moments because each tear that is shed helps to heal and helps me to continue on in this life.
Don't be afraid to let those memories leak out from time to time....and yes, even you men. Real men DO cry.
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Have a beautiful day my friends and know that you are loved. ♥♥♥
Yes bad things do happen to good people but I still struggle to understand why L:ia.....and as an old combat veteran and cancer survivor, why am I still around. and innocent people are not... so many questions..... but I know we all have our own life story and have to play the hand we're dealt.....and you are right, the tears are good and help us heal.....beautiful words by you today.......and know you are loved too dear friend
ReplyDeleteI never know where I float on this. There is evil so deep that goodness cannot shine a light into it, and blessedness so bright that no shadow of evil can hide in it. Why one is destined for goodness or evil, or some place in between, I have no pat answer. My people have a saying that is poorly translated "blessed is He who judges all things fairly". Baruch dyan emet. We say that when an unexplained tragedy happens.
ReplyDeleteOf blessed memory is your mother …
if these remembrances work for you, say a prayer for their continence, if not - not.....
ReplyDeleteI wonder how people hate....
ReplyDeleteI don’t like some things but I can’t say I hate....
grief?....well, it hollows out the heart to make room for joy...
Painful memories for you. *Hugs*
ReplyDelete"Bad things happen to good people and evil seems to be rewarded." We see it everyday, I don't really know the reasons.
I too focus on the good memories with my mom. You said it right, we move on. It's more true than time heals.
Once again, thank you for "getting me" Hugs :-)
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