Easter weekend is filled with celebrations and posts of both spiritual depth and the Easter bunny and decorated eggs. It is a time of family traditions…..
Then there are those who’s weekend was cut to the core with loss. They feel the gaping wound to their soul and a heaviness of heart that is just as physical as it is emotional. It is an unbearable pain we have no choice but to bear. The pain is equal the depth of love and that is a testament of honor to them.
Monday mornings can be especially hard going back to a routine when all you want to do is shout and cry. Holding it all in to function is a mighty task and can even lead to physical crisis or even your loss. More heart attacks happen on Monday mornings than any other time, but after a holiday of people celebrating and asking out of politeness about yours can be overwhelming.
It is a time to remind you that you matter and you need to practice extra presence of self care at this time. You need to feel your breathing with intentional awareness, even when each breath is painful all the way up to your throat. Take deliberate time, even in small increments to feel the emotions that wash over you. Take solitude when you can, and reflect on the love that although physically gone, is a source of love’s energy as long as you choose it to be. Allow both for healthy mourning, for without it, healing is stalled and your physical body will feel like a dam with cracks along it. Choose to guide the thoughts through, both good and bad and slowly savor the the precious memories as they walk through and tarry there.
Remember, they Blessed you with the love that they could for the time they were given, and an energy of them is infused in your heart and has been, since the first time you felt them “touch your heart”. Use it to reach towards the light they saw in you. It can help you through the heavy broken darkness, and will comfort your soul.
Apollo, my furry baby boy
Given that “it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved”, I would not have traded this pain for one minute of the love we shared. You will always be in my heart, Apollo. You were my furry baby boy and I thank you for showing me you felt it too … every … single … day. I will go on and make you proud. Even without you here physically, my heart’s beating must go on for both of us now. May your spirit soar high. I will always love you.
Written by Melody Belliveau