It has been far too long since I visited this page. Visit, such a strange word, for an outpouring of one's heart about one's own child. I found it too painful for a long while, to even be near here.
I used to feel Nalah's absence with each breath I took. Now, I feel her presence.
Still, there is no heartbreak like the physical separation from a well loved child.
That said, I am grateful. I know that is a cliche word these days. But, with Nalah, I actually feel it. I am grateful for my little teacher (Nalah). I am grateful for each moment we were together. I am grateful that we could know each other, to the extent we did/do. I am grateful for the opportunity to love her unconditionally, and to learn to love myself ( a little more) in the process.
My life changed forever when I lost her. In some ways, that is when life started. Nalah opened my mind, opened my heart, and I will never be the same.
Thank you Nalah, for changing my world irrevocably.
Momma
I used to feel Nalah's absence with each breath I took. Now, I feel her presence.
Still, there is no heartbreak like the physical separation from a well loved child.
That said, I am grateful. I know that is a cliche word these days. But, with Nalah, I actually feel it. I am grateful for my little teacher (Nalah). I am grateful for each moment we were together. I am grateful that we could know each other, to the extent we did/do. I am grateful for the opportunity to love her unconditionally, and to learn to love myself ( a little more) in the process.
My life changed forever when I lost her. In some ways, that is when life started. Nalah opened my mind, opened my heart, and I will never be the same.
Thank you Nalah, for changing my world irrevocably.
Momma
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