Surrounded by Love

Sitting on the roadside this evening, I balanced my camera and tried to take a picture of the moon. It's a special place under the light of the moon. We have shared time together, sacred time. It was the moon that guided us home after Wyatt died, my heart knew it was him following us as the dark winter night carried on for hours.



We've had many a conversation, me and the moon.  We are usually alone so we can talk. But tonight was different. There were others with us.



After Wyatt’s death we quickly found shelter in the world of others who had lost a child. We, all different, knew similar pain. The parting gift of our children was bringing us together as friends who could hold each other in the darkness of grief and beyond.



As I said, the moon and I were not along tonight. Do you see them, the children who brought us together?

There they are.

Our beautiful children dancing in the sky. 

Greeting us with love.

I know your name. 

Hello loves.

We miss you so. 

Dance

Sing

Shine 

Send your moonbeams to brighten the night

We miss you precious ones.

Dance