Grief, during these past six months since losing Abby, has been my teacher. At first, I riled and raged and cried against it, as I did most painful experiences in my life. I fought the lessons and the process, outraged that my life had been so cruelly disrupted, but my patient teacher persisted. Sometimes stern, often compassionate, my teacher continued to gently guide me to the lessons I needed to learn in order to move forward. These were the hardest things I’d ever been asked to learn.
In fact, I confused them with punishment, which in some ways helped me to turn inward for an answer as to why this was happening to me. But, I couldn’t really be sure the lessons would serve me until, I felt I had nothing left to lose. That’s when I learned to listen; to observe the lessons coming out of the chaos around me, like one of those pictures where a perfectly clear 3D image finally emerges from a mess of dots when you stare at it for long enough.
Grief’s lessons transformed me and I think that was Abby’s purpose in this world. I miss her desperately but I thank her for her legacy of lessons and love.
Six month Abby.
184 days to be exact.
There will be another 184, and then another, the days will follow each other one by one. I will see you clearer with each passing one and my grief is lessen by this. I will always measure my days by that moment in August when you were here one moment and gone the next. As much as I miss you, I am eternally grateful for our lives together and our life journey still to come.
So Abby let's take our trip to the Moon.
I love you Abby
to the Moon
Always & Forever