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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Bitter and Sweet (05/28/09)

TITLE: A Love Remembered
By Sheree Hanna


A Love Remembered

It is a quiet morning as I watch the warm rays of sunlight stream through my bedroom window. The spring rains have yet to wash away the dirty residue of yet another northern Michigan winter. After nearly six months of cold, my spirit is lifted by the bird songs, and flowers beginning to bloom. Spring is one of my favorite times of year.

You have to understand northern winters to appreciate what it means when spring finally appears on the horizon. Last winter started particularly early, November, in fact. Itís not that I hate everything about winter. I love the beauty of the first snow- fall, and the way it covers the branches of the tall pines. And besides, it beats the cold, drab winters in more southern areas any day. Still, by the time March rolls around, we Michiganders have all had more than our share. Itís not even fun to joke about it anymore. Weíre weary of the cold, the snow, and having to commute to work over icy roads. We are aching for warmth, light and greenery.

This particular morning, I pour my first cup of coffee and snuggle up on the loveseat with my journal. Subtly aware that itís been longer than Iíd like since I have written on its pages, I take my pen in hand and touch its fine point to the creamy white page.

As I begin the script that so often begins to reveal what it is I have locked deep inside, I become aware of a grief that has washed over me every spring for the last five years. It comes so gently, as if it is asking my permission to be expressed, and in that moment, I decide to say yes, to open myself to the sorrow and the pain, and to the memories of beauty, laughter and love. It is May, the month my mom died five years ago.

Quietly I lay my journal aside and reach for a notebook. My writing is now free verse, filled with memories that bring both joy and tears, memories of walks in the woods, of bedtime stories, of Black-eyed Susans and tapioca pudding shared in the evenings of my childhood. I miss sitting at the table having coffee, and the significant conversations we had in her last year. I remember the Snow on the Mountain that edged her beloved flower garden, and the flowering crab that bloomed the days before she suddenly died. I think of the bright hues of poppies, of daffodils, and the flocks of birds that lit at the feeders hung especially for them. All of the memories of the things Mom loved, the things we shared together flooded my heart, reminding me of the love that I had always known. And I wondered again, in spite of the difficulties and ways she broke my heart, that in the end, I still was able to celebrate the good things in life we shared. Tears streamed unashamedly down my cheeks, tears of love and loneliness, joy and pain, tears that were evidence of a love I will always miss this side of heaven.

This is what I have come to know as the ache of spring, the tender sadness of May. Such breathtaking beauty stands in contrast to the empty place in my heart that none can fill. Sometimes I am tempted to drown the pain, when I wrestle with welcoming the ache that longs for me to sit with it for a while and remember. But I am learning to be gentle with my heart and to listen to the child that still lives in my soul, to hold her close and let her grieve. And in doing so, I honor my love, my grief, and the memory of my mother.

I wonder, in these moments, if God felt this mix of joy and sadness as he watched His son lay down his life. I imagine the pain that gives way to joy, the sorrow that becomes rejoicing as the children He loves are brought home.

When the first buds of spring begin to form, when the anniversary of Passover comes again, I look into the eyes of my heavenly Father, and find comfort in knowing He truly understands this familiar mix of tear-stained joy. And I long for the day when I will enter the gates of His eternal garden where my mom waits for me.

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Jan Ackerson 06/04/09
I really, really like this--I feel as if I was peeking in on your soul, a little bit, and it was a tender and gentle read.
Fay Ternan06/04/09
You honored all the elements of your relationship with your mother, your loss and our God. This was a blessing to read.
diana kay06/04/09
good story very poignient
Beth B06/04/09
Thank you for sharing your touching story. I grew up in Southern Michigan but have lived in another state for years. My mother passed away a few years ago. I miss her.
Janice Giesbrecht06/05/09
So far in my life I haven't had to deal with death of a close loved one. But when I read this line - "But I am learning to be gentle with my heart and to listen to the child that still lives in my soul, to hold her close and let her grieve. And in doing so, I honor my love, my grief, and the memory of my mother." - I just felt God nudging me to store this truth away for future use. Well said.
Janice Samuelson01/10/10
I wish I could have had such a wonderful relationship with my mother, I got the opposit. This too makes me think of my father, He passed over ten years ago, complications of MS, I still miss him greatly though his train to glory was a welcome site, for now he suffers no more, heaven is the ultimate healing, and he can walk and even run again. No more wheel chair to more cane or walker, not even a limp or an ache. I can't wait to see him stand again and give me a hug. Wonderful insight on your mother!!!