A bird perched outside our window sill sings its lovely morning song.
The light winter breeze rustles some leaves and creates a swishing sound.
Everything feels as it should with no indication something could go wrong.
But, the day was deceiving, and we couldn’t foresee the news that came around.
The doctors said you tried your hardest, but your body just wasn’t strong.
And now, your body is headed for eternal rest at the burial ground.
Salt filled fluids fall from our eyes, and the pain from your passing will be lifelong.
Because for you there was no tomorrow, and all we have left is a deep unhealing wound.
I hadn’t hoped the first entry of the return of my Monday Reflections posts would be a blue one, but it is. Life is like that. We can’t predict the outcome, but we can hope for the best.
My heart aches for my family, especially my dad. He didn’t get a chance to say goodbye and can only be there for his sister from afar.
Today I reflect on the sadness and pain that comes with loss. I think about how much more difficult it is to be close to the ones you love during this pandemic. It’s difficult, but there is one thing I do know. Love knows no bounds. So, whether we are near or far, we can still be there for the ones that need us the most.