A Letter to Heaven: “I am okay.”
Your account made me think of our family cottage history in nearby Onekama. These sites evoke memories, or in more primitive thinking, they are haunted by the spirits of the past. To lose the site is to hasten the fading of those spirits or memories. Often it is an intangible loss traded for a tangible gain, necessary, but still an occasion for yearning, if not actual grieving for the past. Thank you.
Oh my God…I was just about to sleep while I stumbled on your sestina Kathy……please tell me you made it up, please tell me that the story is craftsmanship, as is your weaving of the words, please tell me what I read was fiction! I don’t know I can’t shed a tear, but God knows my heart’s crying, screeching, thrashing in pain for someone else’s heart.
Peace be upon you!
I am truly sorry for your loss as I , too , lost a baby , my son, Kenneth was two days old when he passed away at the hospital and as I held him for the first and last time ,in his eyes God told me he would go be with him in heaven and my son’s eyes said Good bye , mamma.
People will always tell you that it gets better. They will assure you that time heals all wounds. Those people are likely well-intentioned, but they are lying to you. It does not get easier, and scars can be painful (just ask Harry Potter).