This is a post from Lexi Behrndt. She created Scribbles & Crumbs and the On Coming Alive project. It's the two-year mark for her for when she lost her infant son.
Time has changed us, as it always will. The sting is gone, the wounds are healing, my heart has settled. But every piece of me is interwoven with the colors of you. Your memory is buried beneath layers of time and change, but all I have to do is close my eyes to recall the curve of your smile, the dimples of your cheeks, the way your eyes met mine. All I have to do is think of you for my heart to be overcome with pride that I am yours, no matter the passage of time.
I don't have to say your name everyday (but most days I do), I don't have to mourn that you are no longer close enough to touch (though sometimes I always will), I don't have to stay in the darkness to be near to you (you're in the light, you always have been). The colors of you--the empathy within me, the gentle nudge to love more fiercely, to live more freely, the peace in the chaos, the profound hope and assurance that there is so much more--time can never take away. Every piece of me runs with the colors of you.
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