Friday, May 21, 2010
I Write Because...
Truth be told, since I still talk about losing Lauren three years later, people assume I am emotionally devastated. They think I should be healed by now. At this point the experience should be regulated to…just a sad thing that happened status. My focus and love should be reserved for my three real children. So why keep talking about it? Just let it go. ..Why re-live it all by writing?
I write because …I am a writer.
I write because I have something to say.
I write because losing Lauren was the single most significant, transformative experience of my life. It made me remember who I was created to be.
I write because children who die before they are born are real. They deserve to be remembered.
I write because some mistake the grief of a woman as weakness. We are not weak, we are honest.
I write because there are those who would like us to pretend it never happened to save them discomfort. Oh well.
I write because every word, regardless of how painful, is a prayer of thanksgiving. It is an offering that my soul longs to give. Everyday I thank God for my imperfect world. I am complete.
I write because I love her and she will always be apart of me.
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