Words

A single word can mean as much or as little as you want them to.  Put them together and you create a story that is all your own.  This image was originally create for Day #8 for {Wish} {List} however I quickly realized this was meant for Day #10.  Instead of writing on paper I chose to lay out my words and fill in the story.  These words mean little apart on the board but putting them together tells the world what they mean to me and my journey.

Here is my word story….

{Clara} is my baby girl.  She is {remembered} today always will be a part of my family.  She was {loved} and still is.   She forever {changed} me in ways I never knew possible.  My {heart} was {lost} the day she died.  Along the way I have {found} it again.  It is through that journey that I have tied the wounds of loss to keep as many of the memories as I can in my heart.

I am always {missing} Clara.  So many days we celebrate her life but a few days we feel the {grief} more intensely.  She seems so {far} away and yet so close.  On {rainy} days I think of her and wonder who she would be today.  Would she be holding a {pen} or a crayon and drawing pictures to hang on the wall?  Would she wear her hair in a {pony} or straight?  Would it be straight or curly, blonde or brown?  Days when I look to what is missing and I have to remind myself, ” {You} will be {ok}.”  Comfort is sometimes found in the memories that we hold.

Tears have fallen when a {video} is found.  We {open} it and watch our little girl smile and coo and fuss and play.  We fall {quiet} in awe of the memories we don’t always remember.  We want to {quit} watching it but yet we can’t be {torn} from it.  {It} is our {little} girl and her beautiful life that we miss and love.

For every hurt there is a word, and every word tells a story.  A story that says, “I survived.”

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