Some of you know I have two blogs, the other being mostly my art adventures. This one I called 'Journey' as it's a walk through parts of my life, not all but some of my days.
Being a public forum I can't go into everything. ( come on now! have to protect the privacy of some)! Sort of a diary for myself, but I let others peek once in a while. Most days I try to keep it light telling of my animals, nature, art, and what I see and feel at that time. What I can't always write are my deepest feelings about some events that have happened and will happen.
Today, if you don't mind I will...
On my other blog I posted an art piece called 'Life is like a String of Beads'.
Some very big events, shining bright, people, places and things that we never forget, really fun things, good times. But some of those beads for me have meant sorrow, loss and the death of a loved one, parents, friends, and in my life story the sudden unexpected death of my son more than twenty years ago on Sept. 28. His life was taken in a motorcycle accident. Very little time if any to say goodbye.
Anyone who says 'time heals all wounds' or 'God doesn't give us more than we can handle' has never lost a child . A hole in your heart that nothing or no one can ever fill .. Oh, we try of course and there are times we almost get there but never quite do. Today, I write this in memory of my son Louis, who is still very loved, very missed. I'll do what I've done on this day for over twenty years, throw a bouquet of flowers into a body of water. Oceans, lakes, rivers ,..The Pacific Ocean when I lived in California, the Sacremento River, in the Atlantic, Tampa Bay, far too many places to remember now. He was a free spirit, I wanted him to stay that way, so although he is in no special place, he is everywhere...
I write this today for my own sake, for my own healing (still). Other days will come after this one, the good, the really good, the not so good. Life is really like a string of beads... BJ