Good morning…
Her son, Finn, was born on 9/11/04, three years after so many innocent people lost their lives on one horrible day. Finn himself died on 8/14/21, taking his own life. Sharing a poem yesterday, on would have been Finn’s 18th birthday, this grieving mom embodies the art of being with someone who is gone.
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A New Kind of Conversation by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
It is possible to be with someone who is gone.
—Linda Gregg, “The Presence in Absence”
I have no phone receiver to connect me to the other side,
but every day I speak to my beloveds through candle flame.
Every night, I speak to them through the dark before sleep.
I speak to them in the car when I am alone.
I speak to them when I walk beneath stars,
when I walk in the woods, when I walk in the rain.
It is possible to be with someone who is gone.
It is possible to feel what cannot be seen,
to sense what cannot be heard,
to be held by what cannot be touched.
It is possible for love to grow after death.
If there is a secret language, it is, perhaps, openness.
The way air lets light move through.
The way a window invites in the scent of grass.
The way sand receives the ocean,
then, rearranged, lets it pass.
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The path we walk is charted by faith, not by what we see with our eyes (2 Corinthians 5:7, VOICE).
…Sue…
P.S. If you or someone you love is struggling with grief, suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety or addiction, please explore this important resource. One Lamb Mental Wellness Initiative strives to be a light for those hurting in our community.
