Peaks and Valleys…

Summer has flown by and yet there were achingly slow moments where time seemed to stand still.

The summer was filled with our usual flurry of activities that left us exhausted, drained and planning our next day’s adventure with hopeful anticipation. There were camps, counselor-in-training camps, swimming, scouts, over nights, island living, lunches, brunches, gardens, library trips, movies and baseball which morphed effortlessly into football as we drove from one event packed event to the other. 

We got a puppy, because life just didn’t seem complete or full without the added unconditional love of our beautiful dog, Bella Luna, “beautiful moon.” The boys have been asking for years and I succumbed to the pleas and relented. Turns out Bella is the kindest, gentlest, dog ever born. Her beautiful brown eyes smile gratefully as she settles into her new home with not one but two boys who lavish her with praise, devotion, and affection. Ahh, the life.

It truly has been a memorable and wonderful summer with a view from the mountain top of happiness that I will remember and treasure. I am blessed.

Still, the glory of the summer was interrupted by the sorrow and grief of losing my 35 year old cousin, Drucilla. My beloved Aunt Maureen, has now lost both of her children, a sorrow no parent wishes to contemplate let alone discuss. A waking nightmare. 

I know there are no words to say. No comfort that will ease the hellish and unrelenting despair that has seeped into the crevices of her spirit and etched itself on her face and in her skin. Drucilla’s young children are dazed and lost in a land where solace has no home, no name. Their life’s tapestry, woven since their births, has been forever altered, splintered and shattered into millions of pieces and life will forever be defined as “before and after.”

The summer’s joy for all of us will be shadowed by the finality of her death. While the summer peaks offered magnificent views and gratitude in abundance, the valleys remind us that the “woods are dark and deep,” and traversing the terrain of heartbreak and grief requires humble acceptance that life is a balancing act. Nimbly moving through joy and pain with alacrity and I pray, Grace.

 

 

4 comments

  1. roger · August 25, 2015

    Nikki,
    Accepting the inevitable with grace let alone embracing the unexpected with compassion, and not be undone by either takes courage. You have written a beautiful statement describing a life being fully-lived.
    Roger
    http://www.yourreluctantdisciple.com

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    • artistspromenade · August 25, 2015

      Thank you. I’m grateful for the blessings in my life and reminded now more than ever, the finality of death.

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  2. Mom · August 25, 2015

    Although I understand and share your feelings that there are no words to say, you have captured so carefully and poignently with your words, the depth of the sadness and sorrow we are all feeling at the loss of our young cousin, too soon. May she rest in peace, as we mourn our loss of her. Love, Mom

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    • artistspromenade · August 25, 2015

      Thank you Mom, it is a tragedy that will be a defining moment for us all.

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