Death can be cruel.
The mourning and grieving is the soft blade that strikes your soul out of nowhere in your day .
Given reality that reminds you of heartache and shame.
Heartache that doesn’t go away.
Heartache that everyday feels like a big empty void caught up in the air which is relieved by inhaling peace.
Peace that comes after the graces and then you do it again next day.
Shame often likes to appear.
From the many thoughts of things you wished you would’ve said while she was still here.
So much pent up appreciation with no air to go.
No other chance to say what you really wanted to say.
Death can be cruel.
Because all what you realize after never gets to be.
You at times feel incomplete.
But you know you can’t keep there but to run to the Father who will help.
That this cruel thing He can only transform into love for someone else.
CATHOLIC AND CHOCOLATE 