May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
-Irish Blessing
Monday, April 9, 2012
I Found My Voice
Only within the last few weeks have I noticed myself singing again. Singing to the radio, carefree just like I did well over a year ago when I was living a different life. After Eli was diagnosed that voice was silenced. I just didn't realize for how long until now. Even now it's not what it was, I hear myself singing on rare occasions, but it's better than the silence I've lived in for so long, it's progress. It was just another thing missing from my life which I hadn't even realized was gone. So small in light of what I know is gone, forever, but a significant find nonetheless.
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It can be a great feeling, finding your voice again. I don't know what it is about singing that just feels so good sometimes.
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Thanks, Nika, I just can't believe how long it took me to realize it was missing. Grief does weird things.
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