Cherry blossoms

Some things in life are inevitable…the sun coming up and the sun going down. What happens in between is life. 

Inevitably, with life comes loss.

A sense of helplessness and sorrow; a sense of misery and pain.

A sense of how can I ever be the same again?

The truth is you won’t.

Loss defines us, sculpts us, moulds us.

It makes us what we are today.

But that doesn’t make it any easier…

Family and friends plant a seed in your heart. Over time the seed grows, until such a time as your memories of those lost help it blossom.  Cherish each and every day with loved ones and let your memories flourish after they have gone.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

I woke this morning to grey skies, gentle rain and a sense of sadness.  Today a dear friend was saying her final farewell to her father.  After enduring a long hard-fought battle, a loving family was saying their last goodbyes.

Love is all encompassing and with love comes strength; the strength to get back up again when you are down.  You want to reach out, you want to help, you want to make things better.  That sense of helplessness at times of sorrow is all pervading.

Sadly, loss is part of life.  With any life inevitably comes a sense of loss.

Remember the good, recall the laughs, reminisce the love…

Don’t cry because it is over…smile because it happened.

Growing up...

From the moment a baby is born, time gathers momentum leaving you wondering where did it go. Milestones for which you yearn quickly pass…

Hand in hand with changes comes a degree of loss…not necessarily articulated, but felt deeply nonetheless.  Change is at times perceived, but not always expressed. It is something you can see and feel, but not necessarily touch.  It is like our shadow behind us, while at the same time walking with us.

The existentialist in me then begins to question, if we can’t touch it, taste it, see it, hear it - does it exist? Does it have to be tangible to be real?

While Maslow put our need for love, connectedness and belonging into a hierarchical framework, we all know that life has little meaning without it.

How do you touch love?  With a gentle stroke across a baby’s cheek…

How do you taste love?  With a kiss…

How do you see love? In the eyes which behold you...

How do you hear love? With the words ‘I love you’…

Is it tangible? Is it discernible? Is it perceptible?  Yes, yes and yes.

What one person perceives is another person’s blind spot.  It doesn’t mean its value is in anyway diminished.

Love is all encompassing and with that inevitably comes a sense of loss.

Embrace the moment, treasure the past and know that there will always be a tomorrow.