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Spring Will Come.

March 15, 2019

This is a season of new life.  Spring is my favorite season of the year with freshly bloomed flowers spotting the green earth.  Bees and butterflies dance and flutter in the breeze.  I love the sound and smell of light showers falling from full clouds.  Near my town, there are hills painted with bright poppies with the roadside littered with parked cars where people snap pictures of the beautiful scenery.  I love this season because it reminds me of hope and a new beginning.

 

Over the past year, I have been slowly adapting to my new life as a bereaved mother.  I'm getting used to the unfamiliar colors, sounds, and smells.  Each day I embrace unique experiences.  All the while, with my daughter in my heart and mind, a greater purpose for this season has risen.  I never thought I could be like this.  I thought my life was forever doomed for a bleak, lifeless existence.

 

You see, another valuable lesson has erupted from the ashes.  There is a time to mourn, but there is also a time to rejoice.  "But, Kaitlin, how can you rejoice after losing your daughter?!"  Seems crazy, I know, but I do rejoice in my new life.  I belong to a close community, yet at the same time Wendy gave me a perspective of life like I've never known.  I have started to think for myself and take care of myself more deliberately.  I have gained a better appreciation for my friends, family, and especially my husband.  Yes, I see the world in different colors, and they are more vibrant than I could have imagined.

 

All because of Wendy.  I rejoice in that.

 

I rejoice in new experiences every day, because I believe that suffering such incredible loss has developed me into a better version of myself.  I have grown in many ways I wouldn't have otherwise.  However, rejoicing doesn't take away the deep yearning I feel for my daughter every day.  I wish she lived.  I wish I could watch her grow up.  I wish I knew the true color of her eyes.  

 

It has taken me over a year to get to this place.  The ability to stand amidst the charm of lovely, flowering elegance cost me crawling desperately through the dark, mournful mud.  I know how hard life can be after losing a child.  I know that you may feel like life will never be happy again.  I know the feeling of immense loss, but it will not last forever.  I promise you.  It is a season, and a new season awaits.  Spring will come.  

 

Edited by Laurie LaCross

 

 

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