How does one truly say goodbye to someone you love? Leaving them in memory, pulling your heart out of you and putting it back with a missing piece.
When you love someone that deeply, no matter the strength or strain in the relationship, saying that word is like your own soul goes to rest in a way and in a place you feel you will never return from. Your world seems to stop in that moment, and everyone around you appears to have removed themselves from the knowledge of the life and the love that was lost.
The wrenching on your spirit is indelible, and every sense you have courses through your body like an untamed river, tearing spirit from body, life marrow from bone. Irreplaceable life is. At times, you wonder who is truly dead. Is it them, or is it me?
The scenes of time and what was rip through your spirit, and you pray they will play for eternity so you do not miss one smile, one talk, one comforting word. You even miss the things you wish you could forget, the hard times that grew your spirit, knowing those words and hardships were meant for your growth and to cure you from roads of misdirection.
You are not alone, yet loneliness calls to your spirit, urging you to drink from all your yesteryears with them. Your spirit overwhelms you and makes you feel as though you were not enough, you did not do enough, you could not be enough. All that was left unresolved comes to you like a butterfly kiss, close enough to feel, yet too far to grasp.
However, take heart. What you thought was unfinished is complete.
Though you may have once believed resolution came from words and people, it does not. The things you believed to be undone move through the spirit and are not shaken or stopped by what is seen. They permeate through life, earth, and heaven like wind, created by the Creator, reminding you that you are here, that you are loved, and that you will one day truly breathe again.
Enriched by love, justified by grace, and empowered by God.
Grief is only a season, reminding us of those who went before us, yet left behind wisdom that surpasses all ages, time, and season. We are here for a season and the breath of a moment, to bring glory and honor, second to those who made us, and first to He who created us.
We are not done, and they live on in the wind, in every thought and memory that brings both sadness and joy. So now we cry, we break, and we give thanks for what we have that can never be lost, because every time the wind blows, great faith, love, and hope speak in its words and propel us to move into places yet known and unseen, walked before we ever knew our path, because it was paved by love and forged by grace.
Be Blessed.
