What if each bird, flying gracefully above us, carries the soul of our own child? And what if each song those bird sing, is our child talking to our heart?
What if each star that shines brightly above the night sky is our child’s gleaming light? And what if that bright light is our own child showing us the path and guiding us towards them when is our time to go?
What of each rain drop is a tear shed by our children because they know our pain and can’t take it away?
What if each lightning strike and thunder bolt is our child’s angst because we continue to cower to our pain and refuse to relic in the joyful memories?
What if the oceans were mere water banks that held all those tears? And maybe why comparing grief to an ocean wave overcoming you is so profound. We are being swept away by tears of all those children that have passed.
What if each beautiful sunset is our babies saying goodnight and each glorious sunrise is them saying good morning?
What if the scent of spring flowers is them wrapping their arms around us and each flutter of a butterfly is a kiss sent our way?
What if I would have never lost him?
WHAT IF? ….