Letting go takes its own time. I wasn’t ready four months ago and I wasn’t invited. But that’s ok, it didn’t feel right anyway.
This past Sunday it did. Instead of ashes, a tiny green crystal angel sat in my jacket pocket as I walked down the beach. Almost weightless, it held Chris during stem cell transplant and embodied the best of him – strength, faith and love.
Scrambling over the rocks, I spied a pristine, empty stretch– this was it. I gently placed the angel on the sand and smiled as the sun struck it. Squatting down, I whispered my goodbyes threw tears while feeling Chris’s loving presence. Then I tossed the angel into the sea with love and best wishes for his next great adventure.
Love is powerful. Life is a gift.
It’s all Just A Breath Away