Loss and Fear of Loss

Fear of loss never seems to get old for my brain. I try to see it as a blessing, something to work with.

Without challenge, what would life be?

I fear losing loved ones quite a lot. I fear I will be forgotten. This is certainly a childhood feeling that came from hoping my father would pick me up when he said he would. I ended up waiting up late for him. He rarely showed up.

True love is like the sun. People who I love may disappear in the dark of night but will greet me again with their glow in the morning. Remembering the morning is often difficult. Knowing that sun is still there even though I cannot see it is hard.

But even a child knows the sun will rise again!

With people, the night may be longer or shorter. Even when loved ones die and I only have the memory of their warmth on my face…

I am grateful for that warmth.

I am grateful for the many suns in my life.