Today, I will do something different. They say a picture can speak a thousand words. It has been 2.5 months since my mother went to be with Jesus. Words fail me, and I lack the ability to write much on this blog without tears streaming my eyes. I can’t cry much except when I write or when I am with people I am comfortable with. Since, I do most of my writing when I am in office, I avoid it as I am a private person. I surely do not want anyone to see my tears, it is not something I can do. I am trying slowly to get back to writing again. However, for starters today I will just share a photograph that is close to my heart. It is me standing with my mom and sister on one of the darkest days of our lives. Along with it, I will share a poem I came across. The inspiration has come from http://www.withswallowswings.com/2010/09/to-honor-you/. I would like to credit her to helping me cry and let go some. Love and blessings to her and all of you that read this. I apologize for such a sombre post as this. Hugs and kisses. Szia.
Photo courtesy: Punks at http://pankhuribajaj.com
To Honor You
To honor you, I get up everyday and take a breath.
And start another day without you in it.
To honor you, I laugh and love with those who knew your smile
And the way your eyes twinkled with mischief and secret knowledge.
To honor you, I take the time to appreciate everyone I love,
I know now there is no guarantee of days or hours spent in their presence.
To honor you, I listen to music you would have liked,
And sing at the top of my lungs, with the windows rolled down.
To honor you, I take chances, say what I feel, hold nothing back,
Risk making a fool of myself, dance every dance.
You were my light, my heart, my gift of love, from the very highest source.
So everyday, I vow to make a difference, share a smile, live, laugh and love.
Now I live for us both, so all I do, I do to honor you.
-Connie F. Kiefer Byrd