I Miss Him Too

Earlier this year a friend of mine sent me the following poem she shared with me in our ongoing conversations concerning the tragic death of her son, Chris, in a car wreck.  Chris’ life began and ended in the month of April.  I hope you enjoy this poem in honor of Chris.

Melody

I Miss Him Too

I can hear people now

I couldn’t hear them, didn’t want to

My ears were full of sounds, thoughts, things I didn’t want to hear

The fog is lifting

I can hear again

It too is painful

Laboring through birth

Laboring through death

Laboring through coming alive again

There is a newness to the pain each time – unfamiliar but similar

All of it comes in waves

Blessings abound …

Many blessings to each of you on this special Easter Sunday, in whatever ways you may celebrate Easter, Passover, Springtime, or simply another day alive. 

Melody