11-Months a Carousel

Keith Eternal FlameI remember through the years always hearing that as you get older, the time passes more quickly.  That could not be more true than it is today.  Where have the last 11 months gone that my love left this earth?

What have I done with this time?  Have I honored the memory of the one that completed me?   Have I made him proud?

As I methodically move through this next month preparing for one year, (which actually seems inconceivable to me) I realize that the 9th of the month holds such a love-hate emotion within me.  Surely there is something important that I am not remembering about all of this; some connection to a date that will forever be burned into my memory.  What hope was there when God said “Come with me”.  For the suffering endured, for the sadness and worry to end, a celebration ensued.  It was over.  That was it.  An Event.  I must get over the date and remember the celebration.  This is what I am going to work on.  I am going to remember the joyful fact that this man, my man, my love and my life is in a place that none of this earthly grief matters.

There is a surface on which I build my future.  One deep layer is sparked by that eternal flame living within me; the love that will never die.  God has promised me that I just need to turn to Him and He will see me through.  Good thing He is there for me because there are times when I feel so very alone.  This is the hard part.  Even still, His presence known, I have never experienced such an emptiness.  I can describe my sadness and grief at the loss of parents and grandparents and siblings, and I can describe the hole left by the death of our son.  I am lost.

I am the child that sits on the carousel, as the music continues to play that is searching quickly with her eyes for the parents who brought her there.  Around and around I go but there is no security when I stop.  Keith brought me to that carousel and I have nobody to hold my hand when I walk down from it.  I am alone.  There is no one or no thing that will ever replace the love and security he gave me.  But if I hold steadfast to my knowledge of all things beautiful will be together in heaven, then I will take this as my hand-holding moving forward and let the music continue to play.

I am really okay, but some days are difficult.  When a grandchild has such tears of sadness and sobs with the pain of missing her grandfather, those moments take my breath away.  They make my heart hurt physically and make me lose myself in the grief.  Today is a difficult day and I don’t mind sharing that, but I am still a woman blessed.  I am most-loved by an Angel in heaven.  I love you and I miss you, Keith.

5 thoughts on “11-Months a Carousel

  1. Oh Therese. I totally get your carousel analogy. You describe it so perfectly. And that’s exactly what it feels like. You end up in this life that was composed of your dreams AND his dreams. Your dreams WITH him in it. When our hubby’s passed, it changed the entire landscape of our dreams. The things you planned on were to be done together, so you don’t even want to live those plans anymore. Because they’re pointless without HIM. Oh, I hear you. My heart breaks for you and with you. The dizzy feeling and unsure footing will improve with time and you are on the right path in finding our Lord and His Promises to hold onto. God is truly the only one to get you through. And, in the end, His love waiting for us, at the end of this carousel ride, will be the greatest prize. Xoxo

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  2. I feel you and Keith’s love in the words that you write. I was not lucky enough to have met him but feel as though I know what kind of man, and person he was through your words. I believe he provides you the strength you need daily to get you through the future. I am so blessed to have you in my life and to hear your incredible love story 🙂 xoxoxoxoxo

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  3. Oh my, how I echo your grief. I am not you or on your journey, but I sympathize greatly. My one year is in 5 days. I am thankful that suffering and pain are no longer his. But I understand that pain we here on earth still suffer. Godnis near to the broken hearted. He is our rock and fortress as we battle, for sanity and the strength to take steps one at a time. Zephaniah 3:17 is a great comfort. God hold you close thus month and into the days and week after.

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