I am thinking of you tonight as we face the holidays again without our children who have crossed the threshold of life into death. To you, the bereaved mamas and grannies and papas and grandpas, sisters and brothers, you miss your beloved ones who are no longer here in your arms.
The years go by, and the longing does not go away. Instead as we celebrate and love those in our lives, those in our homes and our hearts, we still want to smell the ones who are gone, to hold them and tell them how much they are loved.
This holiday season, when people are cheery and you want to hide inside your house and cry, I want you to know that I understand.
We just walked through the Winter Solstice, and each day will give us a little more light. The love that you have for your loved one grows as you continue to grieve.
My great hope is that you are surrounded by people who can wrap their arms around you and listen. May you hear the name of your child on these dark nights. Eva. Naomi. Mary Rose. Siddha. Ryder. Bryson.
May your good soul and deep love reverberate through the days and nights of winter.
We approach another year, and another year without them, but they are here surrounding us with their Light.
And spring does come again no matter how long winter might be. I promise.
Wishing you sweet holy days and deep winter peace and rest.
Blessings to you,
Dianna Vagianos Armentrout