I had an incredibly wonderful experience when I was home. The wonder of it keeps growing deeper within me.
I had not yet seen my mother's grave site with the headstone engraved which was the main reason I made the trip back. As I stood there in the cemetery, at the foot of my parents' graves, I felt a stillness within me...a sense of rightness.
Without thought, without pre-planning, I silently told my folks that I had turned out well, that they could be proud of me. I recognized them as the core of me, the originators who put me on the right path, going in the right direction. I also acknowledged that each and every wrong turn I'd taken in my life was me going off that path.
And I thanked them...thanked them for always being there for me...even, and especially, at that moment.
The rest of the incredibly wonderful experience is I knew they heard. I knew that it gave them peace, and I knew peace.
Thank You.
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