Healing is indeed messy at times. But I ask myself, would I trade the love that I was so blessed to know for… well….anything? No. No, I wouldn’t.
So the price is paid upon their leaving. It is paid in tears. In gut wrenching wails that come out of nowhere, unrecognizable as your own, hiding deep within your belly. In the aching and longing to hold them once again. To hear their laugh. To see their smile.
So, each day I do the best I can. And most days are good. I laugh and smile and love. And on those messy days, I don’t judge myself. I let the tears flow. I let the wails come and then go. And then, I gather myself up and give myself a hug.
Another installment paid for the love I was blessed to know.