I Need To Hear The Birds

I grab my earbuds and the dog and head out for a run eager for the fresh post-rain air and a good audiobook. 

I hear birds chirping and singing.

I change my mind about the audiobook. I don’t need any self improvement books, or steps of grieving books, or inspirational quotes, or girl power stories today. 

Just the birds.

It has been raining all day.  The sun finally shone in the evening, just in time for me to witness the birds and the sunset.

Running is the only time I breathe deeply.  So after a while, I stop for a minute to breathe in the fresh, somewhat cow tinged air.  I take in the pinks and oranges of the sunset.

I remember to Thank God. I thank him for understanding me and for forgiving me and for guiding me.  I am unsure of His direction, but I am grateful for this day.

I am present.

I am HERE NOW.

I am listening. 

The birds and the sunset are just in time to witness ME.

Author: Admin

I was happily married for almost 24 years. My husband and I had were raising two children. Shortly before our 24th anniversary, Tom died suddenly of heart attack. My world stopped. With kids (ages 16 and 13) there isn't the luxury of mourning at my own pace. I had to roll up my sleeves and help each with their own grief all the while managing mine. It is very hard. I am sad that some of you may have found this blog as you are trying to navigate your own traumatic event. Let me be here for you. Grief is fickle. Just when you think you are strong enough to manage a second, a minute, an hour, Grief changes her mind and punches you in the gut. You are not alone. I'm going through it, too. I am here for you.

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