The death of a child is the fatal blow to a mother’s heart.
It will either kill her or resurrect her.
That choice is to be made everyday. Or is it?
Perhaps we are all meant to die and resurrect every day.
And leave behind the ashes of a day lived to the brim
And with a heart more open, tender and softer
to simply keep on walking
to simply keep on smiling
and be grateful for the limitless treasure
found in the heart of the sacred silent absence.