The everlasting presence of absence

When my Daddy left this world four years ago, he left a permanent scar on my heart, but I will not allow his absence on this Earth rob me of his everlasting presence in my life. Daddy’s spirit is with me every day; his love and guidance and kindness remain in each of us who still love and miss him.

Today, my brother, nephew, and I ate lunch at Ferrell’s, Daddy’s favorite, and then we played and visited for three hours at Linton beach. We ended the day at Daddy’s tree, the pine tree we planted three years ago when we buried his ashes on his land. It was a good day, and I think we’ve started a new tradition of honoring our Dad by being together and celebrating his presence, his spirit, which lives in each of us, especially in the heart of a three-year-old. I thank God each day for helping me through this journey of grief so that the weight of it does not suffocate me but pushes me to grow in His love.

a Journey interrupted

by Angela St.Clair

exhaustion envelops inspiration

motivates escape

wheezing interrupts prophetic, comforting lyrics of vinyl

stale air saturated with Pain hangs in the room

foreshadowing the end of choice

loss and brokenness fight to choke anger and confusion

just as gratitude invades and a longing for peace promises to conquer