Grieving is like a bird. Even though birds are unexpected and inconsistent, they have a quite peace about them. Just like birds, I have learned grieving has the same characteristics. From the unknown, to the peacefulness.
I think I am finally realizing the meaning of Christmas. I usually associate Christmas with gifts and stressful time. I am realizing how peaceful it can be. Through the stress and sadness there is peace. Even though Christmas is not that jolly this year, I can hang on to the hope.
Maybe no one will read this, but I want to remember this feeling and never forget my sweet button. Love you Quinny.
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