Sadly I too love a daughter who flew away too soon. Just the other day I found myself wondering 'what would your voice sound like Devaney?' It's these small moments that makes my heart skip, the wondering closely followed by the mournful reality that I'll never know. Giving a week old baby her place in my lifetime heart is a strange feeling. 23 years have gone by now, people don't ask about her, assuming that because I don't bring her up 'I'm over it!' The pain has become so deep in shadow I don't even want to share it anymore.
Thank you for all you share, I've needed a soulful woman to lighten the way.
Sadly I too love a daughter who flew away too soon. Just the other day I found myself wondering 'what would your voice sound like Devaney?' It's these small moments that makes my heart skip, the wondering closely followed by the mournful reality that I'll never know. Giving a week old baby her place in my lifetime heart is a strange feeling. 23 years have gone by now, people don't ask about her, assuming that because I don't bring her up 'I'm over it!' The pain has become so deep in shadow I don't even want to share it anymore.
Thank you for all you share, I've needed a soulful woman to lighten the way.
God I needed to read this today. You've made a wild garden of your grief. Thank you Gina, bless your heart. x
Love your writing Gina. You are so open and honest with your emotions. Your grief is tangible and beautiful.