When My Day Is Blue

There are things in life that hurt so bad that it changes who you are. Every day is a fight and you wonder when you can take off your armor and rest. -Matthew 11:28: Come unto me, that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.- That day came to me but at a high cost. It was the day I lost my two best friends. First my dad (2018) and then my mom (2024). It was the day my soul screamed deep within me. I still hear myself cry whether my eyes are wet or dry. I may not have to see them suffer anymore but I cannot see them at all. I cannot hear them. I cannot laugh with them. I can never have those amazing conversations to hold in my heart. I long for those times when everything felt normal and good. I can now rest from all the responsibilities that broke my heart every day, over and over but there is still work to do. This is my life and how I navigate it. -Ecclesiastes 3:12: I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and do good while they live.- I turn to God. I pour myself into my writing. I listen to Him through meditation and I take care of myself through yoga. I honor my parents memory by living in love and remaining on the strong foundation they gave me. It is my hope that those that are grieving can find a way to live with hope and peace even in a storm. For those that are suffering with the loss of a fur baby or a feathery baby or any creature that has touched your life, I have these words to share: "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched-they must be felt with the heart." Helen Keller. I believe with all my heart that the choices we make here, holds the greatest treasures in Heaven. God's most incredible and amazing creation was the animal kingdom. 1st Corinthians 13:13 states: So, now, faith, hope and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. Through the sharing of life with a fur child, my life becomes abundant. Through the eyes of my own fur children, I see the power of love. I truly understand how it feels to lose a sweet fur baby. I still hear the silence that I am left with when God calls one of the home. I still cry for them. I remind myself that all is not lost. They are with God and yet their spirits are with me. I will see them again and the reunion will be forever and never be broken. Pray, and God will comfort you. I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. Please, take care and take it easy. ((Hugs)).