Whispers in the Wind
It’s cold on the days that I remember you’re not here…
Not laughing with us; not holding us; not promising it will all be OK. As I sit writing this message, I feel the wounds opening. I know you wouldn’t want me to feel your loss so deeply, reminiscing in your memory as if running my fingers over a scar. I remember the pain as though it was yesterday… But 12 years later I’ve learnt that mourning the dead is not right. It would not make you happy, nor I. Instead, I know that you’re still here. Not every day; not every minute; not every hour. But when it truly counts….
I know you’re here holding my hand as I walk towards something new. You’re looking over my shoulder when I’m taking chances. You’re carrying me when I’m most afraid. I know you’re the flowers growing along the grass, either side of my pathway. You’re the gentle wind cooling my storm. You’re the blessing in the birds’ songs that glow deep within my heart.
And nothing has changed.
You’re still my dad and I’m still your little girl. You’re still our protector and we’re still your world. Thank you for the warm spirit that stays with our family through the tough times. I hope that you’re resting in complete peace and I hope that when you look down on us, you’re smiling.
~ Damsel
This was really beautiful and brought a tear to my eye. You’re such a strong person and I’m sure everyone who knows you and everyone who has moved on but watches over you are very proud!
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Thank you so much, I appreciate that x
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