Our Sweet Bonnie

Words are such helpless little mechanisms for trying to convey the deeper emotions.  They are great in baseball: “And the hitter smashes one out of the park!” No doubt we all know what that looks and feels like.  But loss is a whole other ballgame.

Loss is so personal, so individual.  There is no one but you who knows those moments you cherish or when those moments will come roaring to the surface tearing at the fabric of your day, leaving you weak and weeping.  Only you know the personal, intimate details of the life you shared with your beloved.  So no comfort I can offer will every really hit the mark, only this.

Those moments of searing memory are a blessing and in time you will welcome each as an honored guest because in those moments your loved one is fully present; not just a memory but alive and real and tangible in your heart and mind.  And secondly, you will come to know that you are never really separated; you will come to know her in every branch and leaf and limb, every blue sky and white cloud, every sunset, every sunrise, every smile that says love to you, every gesture that was hers and hers alone.

I wish I could be with you on Saturday, in person, but will have to simply be there in spirit in the love and shared memory of our sweet Bonnie.  So as my mother said to us each night as she tucked us in, “May God bless Your Heart,” may God bless each of you as you remember, release and let go because Bonnie has just hit a home run!