I hold a secret desire that wishes could come true. I keep many wishes deep within my heart. I whisper them late at night when the stars are shining bright with the hope they will be heard. I want to possess the secret lamp that I can rub and make all my wishes come true…
I wish I never had to enter into this journey of grief. I want to get off this emotional roller coaster. The climb toward normalcy, to feel I am progressing, to navigate the twists and turns of my moods only to descend back down into gloom. Will it ever get better? Is it just an illusion? My heart still has a difficult time accepting Konnor is gone. I know he is, I just wish it wasn’t real..
People tell me that I must offer hope to others reading these blogs, that grief is forgiving. Believe me, hope is present within me, buried underneath the darkness and the sorrow. Hope is that beacon of light shining through the cracks of my broken heart. The light is guiding me, calling me out and into the light of the living. Yet somehow, hope feels forsaken in someone like me. Grief is unyielding. So I make a wish.
I wish I could talk to you just one more time. I need to know if you are happy in heaven. I want you to talk to me like you used to about your day. Tell me how you are. Let me hear your voice. Do you know how much we love you and how much we miss you? Do you know how much you meant to me? I wish you knew.
There isn’t enough pictures of you. What happened to all the pictures I thought I took? I wish I had more.
I’m sorry for telling you that you were getting too big to sit in my lap. I remember how you looked up at me that day. The confused look on your face made me smile at the time, now it just makes me sad. You only wanted to be close to me. I wish you could sit in my lap again.
Eight short years was just not enough time to spend with you. I wish death did not leave us with feelings of remorse and guilt. As if the unbearable pain of the loss wasn’t enough, guilt over letting life’s obligations steal time from loved ones turns grief into agony. I wish I had spent more time with you than I did. I wish I didn’t let life get in the way.
I wish I could think of you and feel happiness. I think of you and I ache. So much sadness inside of me over your loss, I want to think of you and be happy. I just miss you so much. There is always something to remind me of your absence. I wonder if I will always feel so broken, so empty. I wish I was stronger.
~I had a dream a few days after Konnor died. I was in his house getting the kids ready for something of which is unclear. He was the oldest sibling. He has two younger brothers and two younger sisters. I found one of the boys in an upstairs bedroom. I could not make out which grandson stood before me although I am certain it was not Ryland who is the youngest, as the figure was too tall. He was wearing a mask of some kind, like one you might wear for Halloween. I pulled it off. “Let’s go,” I said. As I pulled this mask off another one was underneath it. I again removed this mask and yet another was in it’s place. He stood there, unmoving. My hands continued to remove mask after mask from his face, there appeared to be no end to the masks. The child before me stood silent and still…unsure of what was happening I began to cry out of fear and frustration. It was after I began to cry in my dream that I awoke.~
The next morning I told my son of my dream and I asked him what it could have meant. He said simply, “you were searching for Konnor.” I began to weep. My subconscious along with my heart and my soul, broken, utterly lost, painstakingly searching for my grandson who is gone forever.
I wish I could have found you.
2 thoughts on “On Konnor’s Second Angelversary I Make A Wish…”
I’ve tears running down my face as I write this. It’s a beautiful piece of writing which is deserving of your angel. Sending you love and strength in the hope that you will feel it. X
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Thank you so much.
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