You Write To Me.

You write to me.

Your children have died,
before they were born,
before they could walk,
before they turned 12,
before their Prom,
before their babies were born,
before it was time,
before you were ready,
and who would ever be ready?

Your marriages have died.
He left. She left.
He gave up. She gave in.
It was over before it started.
She was gone before it ended.
You are widows with husbands,
married to fathers who aren’t dads,
and how did this ever happen to you?

Your parents have died.
At the end of a long battle.
She won the fight and went to heaven.
He lost the battle and went to heaven.
They are alive, but their minds are empty,
which is worse because they are here but not really here.

You’ve lost your jobs.
Your husband.
Your wife.
Your health.
Your hope.

You write to me. I read your words. And I am thankful you write to me, thankful you have found someone to tell, because sometimes saying it is the hardest part. To speak into the darkness is the first step toward light.

You write to me.
And I hold your words, as you hold mine.
And I pray for you, as you pray for me.
And I get you, as you get me.

And it’s real and true and beautiful.
And I thank you.


8 thoughts on “You Write To Me.

    • Yep, just wow! There is that saying that says ,”Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle”.
      I read your book in a day Trisha and it is amazing. Thank you so much for the privilege.Now I need to fulfill my promise and get it out there. :)
      And yes, I do pray for you and have since Jan 4th, 2011 ( or so) when I read Final Hours.

  1. You have a way of making one feel special and heard. Sometimes it is hard to just say those words, “I lost…” But your words have encouraged me and given me the courage to find my voice and be heard. Thank you for listening to my voice!

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