A Reflection on Love and Loss
Or I like stories where the love may not survive,
but the person survives the loss of love and thrives after that loss.
For love is unyielding as the grave.
The flash of it is a jealous fire,
No flood can quench,
For love is as strong as death.
Even though we were "older when we married,
we had not idea what life would bring us when we married.
No one does.
|Jim and Sally 1992|
We've been through rough times, very rough times,
|Jim and Sally 2013|
It is about two people who deeply love and respect each other.
It is about two people who are as different from one another as any two can be.
It is a story about how differences between two people give strength to the relationship.
Where I am weak, he is strong.
And, the vice versa is also true.
Our's is a story of how the relationship between two people created a great team.
It is a story of deep companionship.
I have learned a lot about love from this man that I married.
Loss has also taught me much about love.
The biggest lesson of all is:
Love does not die.
I am overcome with grief in many ways.
(I also apologize to her siblings if this photo causes them too much pain when they see this.)
Certainly, I am so overwhelmed with a sense of loss today that tears have been silently falling from my eyes nearly all morning.
News that a friend of Julie's just learned of her death just sent all of us back into new waves of grief.
Grief is like that.
It assaults you, the griever, when you least need or want its presence in your life.
Today, my bereavement feels as fresh as newly fallen snow.
Bereavement ~ to be torn apart.
I mourn anew.
…mourning is the outward expression of grief.
So what am I to learn about love on this day dedicated to love?
I've learned that I am shifting and moving to a new place.
I am moving from the relationship of the presence of my dearly loved daughter being in my daily life
the place where
I have a deeper relationship with the memory of her.
I see the photo above and I smile.
I remember an exchange with her about the photo and the heart that she claimed Phoenix drew for her in the snow.
I am learning that my love for her has only gotten stronger as time passes.
The loved one lives on in the heart of the one who loved him or her so deeply.
For me, my love for my daughter is always fresh and new.
Not all memories of her are happy.
Sometimes, the memories are filled with anger, pain, and deep sorrow.
Other memories make me laugh.
Some memories of her fill me with so much pride.
Memory honors the loved one best when it remembers them as they really were.
The memories of Julie are sharp at times, and blurred at other times.
I no longer focus on the death of my daughter as much I remember her life.
This is a healing place to be.
|Silly picture of Julie making faces with Phoenix|
I feel blessed because Julie was so deeply loved by so many.
She had so many friends.
They continue to love her.
The memory of her has not died.
Oh, how I wish she were still here making memories with us,
but, she is not.
She remains safely sealed with love in my heart.
Love is stronger than death.