My late wife visited me the other morning.
I was writing her a letter. I was feeling guilty about opening my heart. I felt the sadness that lies underneath every blessing. I turned into the pain and opened myself to it. Then is stopped. Mary was there behind me, enveloping me in a protective cover. She was keeping the sadness out.
I wrote this.
The shield dissolved and I was left alone with my pain.
Mary was a nurturer and a protector. I crave that attention at times, but I had to let her go. I had to surrender to those feelings because that was my present.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason
