i n s p i r e d . . .

Today, my niece would have turned six years old.  The day she was born was the day she died.  I think about her often and wonder what life would be like had she lived.  I miss her.  I miss her and I never even knew her.   I'm grateful I got to hold her at least once before we laid her to rest.  Thinking of you always, Raylynn. 

No matter how I say it, the words escape me, and my point is not taken nor even considered.  I wonder if I'm ever even really speaking.  Perhaps, I'm not saying it right or, my tone is off kilter.  Either way, my advice falls upon deaf ears and I depend on my actions to do my bidding for me.  But still it falls short of getting us to read from the same book and I feel helpless to change it.  How can you show someone a glimpse of the world through your own eyes?  If only.  Then again, there is always hope.  One day, I'm sure, the sun will shine brighter, leaving no one in the dark.  

I put away the rubies when you told me you fell in love.  It doesn't feel like I have to wear them anymore.  You no longer need me to carry on for you, so as I closed the drawer, I smiled.  Even though we had a good run, this is what we both wanted.  I want her to take my place in your life and for you to need my friendship less and less.  Not because you've been a burden or a drain, but because you deserve the whole package all wrapped up in one person.  I truly hope this new path meets with your forever and every moment is just one more second away from a better perfection.