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The power of love

I can't seem to stop my mind from racing with all sorts of thoughts.  Mostly, I think of Wyatt.  The grieving process is so challenging.  I'm still not sure of what I should be doing or feeling right now.  I'm so afraid I'm going to wake up one day and the world will crash in on me...I keep waiting for it. Waiting for the world to stop....but it doesn't.

I walked outside the other day and there he was, I walked in the house and there he was, I sat at the dining room table and there he was, I looked up at the sky and there he was.  I see my son everywhere. I feel his presence at the most needed times.  Yes, I talk to him.  Yes, he answers me; the way the light shines, the chirp of a bird, the moon in the sky, the rain on my face...he speaks to me through God's world in God's language.

I know he is not physically present, but he is still so real to me, so here.  I wrote a poem a while back that said, "nothing can separate you from me."  I believe it's true.  My son may not be here in this world, in this life, but nothing, absolutely nothing can separate me from my son, not even death. 

Love is a powerful thing.    

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