Have you ever been to a place where your heart feels at peace within yourself and the world, a place where the wind blows by and the water ripples, maybe your place isn’t like that but it still keeps you at peace with the world. A place to meditate a place to remember, a place to think.
Maybe you are like me who has a place where the water flows, the wildlife sing and the wing blows. A place where the world doesn’t feel against you.
I always found this place to be my go to when I needed time feel at peace with the world. I use to come here as a kid. I would also remember the time my step father drove away, I remember watching him drive away. I know that’s a bad memory, but i was down here to spend time by myself to listen to the wind, to be a kid and play in the park, I had friends who lived near here too.
But there is a time in our lives we were the happiest and a place and we end up re visiting to remember.
We never scattered her ashes, they are still in pas room. Maybe it’s comfort for him. A years later and I still struggle with grief. I still wear her dressing gown as comfort, I still talk to her doll and I still pray that she is with me when I go to achieve new things.
Today I found out that when she passed, hospice, is holding a remembrance day for her and fellow hospice clients, she gets her own spot in the rose garden. For some reason I want to be there but I’d rather be at work as she’d understand. I k ow she would. Plus everysincr she passed on she has been communicating with me in her own little way.