Note – If you know me and you know my mother-in-law, please, I beg of you, please don’t tell her about this. None of us wanted to deal with this and we especially don’t want to deal with her dealing with it – it’s just too much and we want to spare her. Thanks.
HERE BE DRAGONS
I dropped off the edge of the map and it took me a while to find my way back. My sincere apologies.
I had such wonderful news to share–a fresh journey we had started–and then life took a turn and I lost a few things. Literally. I had set a course and was traveling down it, making plans, anticipating outcomes, dreaming about our future… when my course went off track and I found myself outside the borders… surviving the dragons.
You see, I stopped blogging when I started to have a miscarriage last May. I lost a little life and I lost the desire to write. I was battling dragons that I had not encountered before. I was in such pain and the dragons were fierce. They toyed with me for over a month before they tired of me and left me to find my way back home with a tired soul, a sense of what was gone and a desire to just go back home. Oh yes, and with a few painkillers left in the prescription bottle. Those rude and ruthless dragons.
Like adventurers of old however I am back to tell you that the dragons may be fierce and they may be fiery but I have survived and lived to tell the tale. What’s more I have battle scars and lessons learned and even treasure found along the way.
Treasure, you ask? Why yes! Treasure of the best sort! Friends, casseroles, and stories shared of similar loss, heartache and survival – stories that for some reason we hide away until a fellow adventurer makes themselves known to us – stories that we don’t bring out of the hope chests until we know that a fellow soul might find comfort in knowing that others found and fought the dragons, too.
Those stories of other tiny ones discovered and prayed for and lost… while they might break the hearts of others… for me came together as a shepherd to gently guide me out of my dragon’s den. The stories of shared experiences helped to dissipate the pain and feel the love that was offered so freely. Those stories helped me to ignore my own dragons and recognize my fellow survivors. I was able to let go of my little dream and reach for another, as yet unrealized, journey.
Unlike adventurers of old I will spare you other details as they really aren’t all that interesting to more than this little family. It is, I hope, sufficient to say that it was the third month, we were very sad, and we hope to thrill you all with tales of a different sort of adventure in the future.
Thank you for all you’ve given to me. I am looking forward to laughing together through this life and and it’s wonderful journies!