Don't Worry About Me!
My cousin passed away this week. I was speaking to his brother today and the words I heard from his lips came from my own heart five years ago when I lost my younger sister. It is not natural for us to lose a sibling that is younger than we are. The pain is explainable . Our minds cannot absorb the shock and our hearts scream, NO!
When I was going through those early days, I cried constantly. I could not sleep and when I did I did not rest. Though it is illogical, one night I was just crumbling and I looked up and screamed into the darkness, "Come back!" When I finally fell into a restless sleep, I dreamed of my sister. She was not sick. She was healthy and beautiful. Her hair was full and long as it was when she was at her best. Her skin was clear and her eyes bright. She smiled and said, "please don't worry about me. I am so happy! I will see you soon and you will understand. I am okay. I love you, please don't worry about me." I woke up and felt peace. For the first time I saw that I was mourning her but grieving me. I was grieving the life I did not want to lose. A life where she was there every day.
I shared this dream with my cousin. I told him to grieve for a little while. But know what he is grieving. I told him to remind himself that his brother is no longer sick, or in pain and he will see him again.
(hey Tommy..if you catch this note, stop in an see my little sister and tell her, I'm doing okay now...so don't worry about me either)
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