Our neighbor lost his son
Fallen off a cliff
Playing hide and seek
Fifteen years old
Days before the date we have traveled six times around the sun without Lev
We continue our journey with love and light and Jaal and Liana
Our gifts within our loss
Our son was taken from us
Just as Kyle was taken from Mark and Patricia
It is a loss but they were not lost
Being lost sounds irresponsible
When I first learned of Kyle's death I was walking into work, leading an interview team. So I take in the information and shove it far down in my mind. Close the door and move on, ready to open the door and cry for Kyle two days later, in the middle of the night, wondering if he was alone and hurt, knowing he was dying at the bottom of the cliff in the dark. Pillow wet with tears that needed to come
That's what happens to grief over time. It becomes manageable. It can be pushed aside and you can be happy. It can be release when appropriate.
Six years later and the grief has learned to wait. Today, with Liana outside, I let it out.
She knows enough about grief and loss for any four year old. She gets it and we are happy with and for her.
As much as we will never be happy with our lives, we are happy within our lives.
Crying for Lev today.
I'm so sorry for the life he has missed and I do appreciate what he had.
