For 8 July

Once upon a time I knew a little boy who grew into a bigger boy.
I knew him quite well and marvelled at his ability to think, read, care and remember.
Then one day puberty hit and I lost my little boy.
He stopped talking.
Now he is far far away and has been for 6 years.
I see him for maybe 6 days a year.
I 'hear' from him about once every two months for 5 minutes.
I don't know him ...

But..I have memories and they are bitter sweet.
As are my sister's for her beloved second born soon to be 31 too.
The pain is awful.
And on bad days I wish it on them 10 fold, that kind of pain, so they could say;
"Oh I wish I had known how real that pain was for my mum!"

But it can't be.

Wishes and prayers do not come true.
Life is choas and life is delicious.
But life is also fragile and swift.
And in the end...the only thing that matters is love.

And with the passing of time,
All our mistakes, all our bad choices, all our shames and disappointments are blown away in the wind of time.
None of it stays long enough to matter for one second after we are dead.

And I find comfort in that.