A friend came up to me last night to tell me that I've been on her heart and in her thoughts and prayers, or more so, my losses have been. And I was touched. It's been a while since someone has told me that they have been thinking of our losses. And so we started talking about loss and trauma and such and I was telling her that I've gotten to a place where I feel OK about things. I mean, don't get me wrong, it still sucks and I miss them like crazy, but on a day to day basis...I'm OK.
Well, last night, I couldn't shake the tattoo feeling off. And then this morning it hit me. What I think I really, really want to do. It's perfect, I think. And I just can't shake it. Using white ink, a small heart on each inside wrist with Jorai's name above the heart on my right wrist...Selah's name on my left.
Love of my heart, why must we part?I said a prayer on a heavenly startGive me this day shoulders of strengthTo carry the burden of time taken away
I woke last night to a voice in the hallI heard you calling my name
I rushed to meet you, found nothing at allAll I could hear was the Salt Lake City rain
Love of my heart, where do I startTo patch up the pieces of the old-fashioned heart?When will it turn, what lessons could we learn?I'll be counting the days 'til the sun will returnI woke last night to a voice in the hallThought I heard you calling my nameI rushed to meet you, found nothing at allAll I could hear was the Salt Lake City rain