Sometimes, I just need to write. I want to write, because I think words are beautiful. I want to write, because I want to create. I want to write, because maybe, just maybe, my thoughts can be powerful one day.
But, what happens when words fail me?
Because, sometimes that happen. Sometimes, feelings are just so powerful, so passionate, so painful, so wonderful, it becomes impossible to describe.
Feelings are quite something. They sneak up on you.
I still think about Mom, Dad, Keegs and Liam everyday, but now, it’s not always as painful. They don’t control my thoughts. Their memories are there, and they are beautiful. I can say things like, “Oh, Keegan and Liam would LOVE the new Wellness Center,” and I won’t burst into tears. I am growing up. I am moving along everyday, and it is beautiful. I have a wonderful husband, and wonderful family and friends, and life is beautiful.
And then, sometimes, all I have to do is something simple. Something as simple as playing the piano, and I remember those times when Dad would come stand next to me, studying my fingers hit the keys, perplexed at my ability to play the keys while staring at a piece of music. Sometimes, if he knew the song, he would try to sing along. The memory is so vivid, so alive, that sometimes, it’s almost like I can feel him.
And it’s amazing how the smallest thing like that, something so simple, makes me tear up a little. Sometimes, even a lot. And no word can describe the feeling.
I don’t want to write to say “Woe is me” or “Let’s look back on the past and remember how amazing they were.” I don’t want to continue writing about pain, because that just causes more pain and more hurt and more reminding. And I don’t want that. Nobody does.
And so, I stopped. I stopped writing because I didn’t know what else to write about. What do you write about when you feel like you’ve said it all, and nothing is really that different? What do I say?
But maybe it’s ok to still write about the simple things. It’s ok to write about happy things. I don’t need to dwell on sadness. Yes, they are gone, and yes, sometimes, once in a while, I will still have a good cry and let it out. But, those are rare.
It’s time to focus on good things. Happy things. Things that reminded me of them. Things that will bring me closer to them.
I’ve missed writing, because it was words that comforted me. It was words that sometimes I felt, even saved me; words from family and friends, words from the scriptures, words from blessings, words from writing.
Questions to Ponder:
- How have you found comfort in words? What do you need to do to continue to find comfort in these things?