My blog this month is about my grief: When it’s Quiet
My blog this month is about my grief. My mother died in December and it has been a journey up until then, my sister and I were caring for her on and off. We Knew she was dying. However, when it happened it was still a shock. I'm a medium so I have the knowledge and the experience of the Spirit world. I know my mum when she is ready will make sure I know she's living on in Spirit world. However, it has also given me a reminder of grief, it has reminded me of a big part of my work is to bring evidence of your loved ones moving on and living on. I think as mediums we need compassion and empathy and it has certainly given me another and a new outlook on loss. I decided to write about my mum in my blog. I hope it will help you in some way.
When it’s Quiet
How can it be that since I was born, you were always there
And then when it’s quiet, you're gone…..
Like an evening sunset, you were so vibrant and colourful,
you were an expression of love and mothering.
You were a home, a friend, and confidant.
For so many years I looked to you,
I look back on the many places and things we have done.
And now it’s quiet, you're gone.
Where did the mum I knew fly to?
I know as you struggled to leave this earth and your body was worn, you cannot be gone.
Not really gone.
I glimpse you now and again, younger, lively and laughing.
I know the mum that you were is still the mum that you are .
In the photo album you are still there, my life, your life, children, animals, places, the imprint of you everywhere.
So when it’s quiet I will look for you, when it’s quiet I will listen.
The empty space that is left in my life without you is waiting,
waiting to hear you, waiting to see you.
When you are ready mum, when it’s quiet.
How can it be that since I was born, you were always there
And then when it’s quiet, you're gone…..
Like an evening sunset, you were so vibrant and colourful,
you were an expression of love and mothering.
You were a home, a friend, and confidant.
For so many years I looked to you,
I look back on the many places and things we have done.
And now it’s quiet, you're gone.
Where did the mum I knew fly to?
I know as you struggled to leave this earth and your body was worn, you cannot be gone.
Not really gone.
I glimpse you now and again, younger, lively and laughing.
I know the mum that you were is still the mum that you are .
In the photo album you are still there, my life, your life, children, animals, places, the imprint of you everywhere.
So when it’s quiet I will look for you, when it’s quiet I will listen.
The empty space that is left in my life without you is waiting,
waiting to hear you, waiting to see you.
When you are ready mum, when it’s quiet.
© 2024 Lesley Manning