Today is the 4 yr anniversary of the accident that killed my parents. The Washington Post did a lovely article about them after the accident. It’s not about the accident, it’s about them. We insisted on that.
I was typing a post all about how sad, how dark, how devastated I still feel. People don’t like to talk about grief or about people still grieving so badly after so many years.
Or about anything sad, actually.
But the Ladybug came to me this morning and changed my mind.
She said, Momma, why are you about to cry?
I said, ‘Cause Momma’s really sad because I miss my Momma and Dad today. A lot.
She hugged me and stroked my hair like I was her baby and said, It’s ok, they’re doing fine. They’re in heaven and it’s a nice place with Jesus. You have to wait a while, but when you get to heaven you’ll get to see them and your black dog Kenzie and our donkey Katie. Just ask Jesus, he’ll know where they are.
Dear God;
Thank you for my three sunbeams.
Amen.
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And He will raise you up on eagles wings,
Bear you on the breath of God,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His hand.
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“Is is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is they faithfulness…But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies. For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men.” Lamentations 3:22-23, 32-33.
