The griever’s year aligns with sacramental time, ritualized through memory, legacy, struggle, pain, mourning, and an intense abiding love that penetrates the realms.
The day that my son passed away, I began my life in the After and each August 3rd since that painful day in 2020, I begin a new year.
This remembrance is painful and excruciating. You still feel the moment of separation down to the hours. The body responds. At that moment, I reached out for God.
I ask God to hold me. I beg God to remind that this a painful memory of the the not very distant past, yet it hurts like it is happening again.
I made it through this day. I spent it in Litchfield Beach, SC, Georgetown, SC, Laurinburg, NC, Charlotte NC all in a span of 36 hours. Constant movement, tears fall, sounds of music, doom metal, jazz metal, ambient metal capture the mood as beautiful images of birds, of water, of sky, of trees, flowers fill my vision field.
God’s abiding grace.
The love of friends near and far, the helpers.
It is how I survive.
Bird Lady of Turtle Island 