Photo Credit: Darryl Millette
For more than eight hundred days, the earth has been spinning its way around the sun, shining in spite of Abbie’s death, but I struggle to see it. The sun and moon come and go. I fight to feel anything other than the sting of injustice at a world without her. Somewhere over the summer, the light in my world shifts. My eyes stop being blinded by darkness and start seeing the stars again.
I am convinced there is no moving on from the wounds that break our hearts; there are only shifts. The wounds wind themselves into our stories, bound up with grasping or grace. I took a deep dive into healing this spring and summer and let the Creator of the stars shine light into the darkest parts of my heart.
Having tried to fix myself and failed, I lent myself to hope instead. I showed up for counselling, took time to rest, did a lot of journaling. While I watched, I could see light and shadows. I felt emotions without understanding them. I waited.
And when we settled back into life this fall, the universe had shifted somehow. I felt lighter and brighter and it took me awhile to realize it. The light had shifted without my realizing it in the moment. I sat with my journal and traced God’s touches – and Abbie’s. Three moments weaved a constellation I hadn’t seen before.
Under the brightest, bluest prairie sky in July, I sang Ave Maria over the grave of a cousin we lost way too soon. And my heart was broken and being held together at the same time. Abbie was holding him and I was singing to his family, and somehow God was blowing in the wind.
Standing on a dock at dusk in August, I held a crying boy tight in my arms. He was shaking with grief at the loss of a parent and a friend, and we breathed deep into the light of a huge moon, so close we might have reached up to touch it. He sobbed that he should be getting over it, but the harder he tried, the more it hurt. “It’s a lie that you could get over it,” I said, looking straight into his eyes and my own heart. “You get changed by it. Someday it will hurt differently, but only if we feel this pain now.”
I returned to work after vacation and discovered that the PTSD had retreated. I woke in the morning feeling rested. I sat at my desk and breathed deep without feeling fear. I looked at the September to do list without crippling overwhelm. The details that have haunted me are taking their place as just small parts in the story of her life. I am finding comfort in feeling Abbie close.
For the first time in two and a half years, I feel like I am more whole than broken.
What kind of miracle is it that the same world that broke us could also heal? How is it that living through pain can transform it? Why does the most extreme darkness reveal the most marvelous purple light? There are still lots of hard days ahead, and I am slowly giving myself over more fully to the God who works these shifts.
The empty chair beside me once threatened to pull my heart from my chest; now it is a reminder that you are sitting right beside me. The sad, silent spaces you used to fill with sarcasm are becoming invitations for me to say the things you always teased me for holding back. Birthday candles burn for us this week, and instead of feeling completely lost without you, I feel you cheering me on to life.
The light shifts, and I can see your presence more clearly than your absence. Every dime you leave in the washing machine, every purple sky, every chocolate wrapper that finds its way to the floor of my pantry. Missing you still hurts, but now it also reminds me joyfully that you lived, and still live. From beyond the heavens, you are still changing me, still loving me, still here. Happy birthday in heaven, Duck. I hope the stars are spectacular.
You share the depths of your heart with beautiful intensity and vulnerability! Thank you and may God continue to be with you through it all…
Wow Leah thank you so much for sharing your heart. The pain you feel hurts me just reading it. You are an awesome woman. God bless you and keep healing your heart
I join you in gratitude for this grace of healing and hope. Much love …
You have me in tears. All of it touched me, especially the part about holding the young boy on the dock. Thank you Leah! You are a beautiful soul.
Your loss is nothing like mine in terms of relationship and circumstances…but your words still resonate with me – the common thing is loss – It’s been eight years and I still miss my Dad…but it gets easier. He was the one person in my life who loved me unconditionally and was proud of me – flaws and all. Still learning how to love me like that on my own.
Thank you so much, you have put into words how I felt and still feel in the loss of our son 18 years ago! May God continue to Bless you !
So beautiful Leah; you have such a gift for expressing yourself❤️
Leah, your words of hope and encouragement are an inspiration. Thank you baring your soul.