Description: Living the GREAT life one day at a time
We live in a neighborhood that is heavily wooded. Our backyard has always been a large eyesore of dying grass and invasive weeds, which made it seem inhospitable to us. I had never thought much about it really; never took the time to see its beauty. Last winter, for some supposedly random reason, my husband decided to renovate our backyard. Mike got rid of the weeds and planted new greenery and flowers; refurbished the decking boards and bought outdoor furniture – old wooden benches circled the newly laid f
Last month I received the devastating news of my son’s death. He died of mental illness and addiction. He was missing for 63 days before they found him, which added a level of horrific anxiety to my life I had never experienced before. We’re not supposed to bury our children…how in the world am I supposed to recover from the trauma of losing my firstborn son?
When I first received the news, I retreated to my tranquil backyard. I found comfort there, sitting in the middle of nature, swinging to the sway of the soft blowing wind; listening to the universe. There aren’t many words these days…nothing can explain the senseless tragedy of losing your child. For some reason, I felt there was nothing more important than sitting in silence.