I am reblogging these beautiful words. Beautiful? Yes, this was articulated beautifully. Grief is raw. Grief is hard. Clara turns grief words into poetry. But there is nothing poetic or beautiful about grief. Grief is horrible.
I await the new rays of sunrise… I hope that today I will feel comfort.
There is something so hopeful about a sunrise. When we are in deep, inconsolable grief from child loss, often we can’t sleep. We worry, cry, feel isolated and so alone, and grow more anxious by the minute. Sometimes it helps to watch the dawn of a new day arrive — maybe, just maybe, this will be the day our heart feels some much needed comfort. Sunrises, rainbows, butterflies, puffy white clouds, clear blue skies, blooming flowers…….signs from heaven, some would say! And, that’s what every parent and family of child loss needs — some sort of comforting sign from heaven letting us know our child is safe! God bless every family grieving the loss of their precious child today with some much-needed comfort and hope!