A mixture of preparedness and weekly prompts is the norm I look forward
As the holidays approached I began to write less and less.
Looking back I admit my lack of desire was due to a combination
of factors (personal and Pandemic-related).
I fully understand writer’s burnout and empathize with the alternate
host of this prompt.
Without questions to answer I found myself left with two choices
(participate and wing it or bypass).
I made my selection and since this prompt is one to tell the truth (not fib) I’ll
share a few enlightening moments from my past few days.
The 5th of this month was the 5th anniversary of my previous husband’s
I’d read the nice tribute our youngest daughter had posted on Facebook
only that evening mentioned ‘nothing’ to her.
Those involved in far from amicable divorces understand long-lasting
feelings experienced by the scorned woman.
The following night during our usual late night phone conversation
she brought up the topic some refer to as the elephant in the room.
I sat. I listened to her explanation. She’d included events
experienced with both biological parents.
It appears I missed her good intentions when I basically scanned
the post that morn.
Before she closed the topic she said, ‘Mom focus on the ‘good’
memories from all those years.
This suggestion undoubtedly for me will be hard to follow through
with on a constant basis; however, I vowed to try my best to honor
her request as ‘yes’ I admit it made perfect sense.
An epiphany?? Possibly!
Imagine how I felt this morn, a few days later, when I read a poem
written by a friend, a published Poetess. Nearing the end the
line below, one I resonate with, jumped out at me.
“Living with grief means I have lived with much love.”