Updated: Feb 20
It's Christmas, our second since Tristan ran ahead to Heaven. Our second year without a stocking to fill for him. No gifts to buy him. No wondering what he will accomplish in the coming year. Now we not only have the tree at the house to decorate but I go out to the base of the biking trails he loved riding and decorate a small tree planted in memory of him. And it is sad. My heart still feels shattered and I cry most every day. It shouldn't be this way. He should be here, living and loving life, biking and hiking, finishing college and preparing to begin his life out on his own as an adult, living his dreams.
Years ago, before my husband and I married, we took pictures with the kids in front of this stream that flows from a Hidden Spring. Now, Tristan's memorial tree faces this tranquil view. I love seeing this, the water gently flowing over the rocks. It is peaceful and constant, yet fluid and always changing. It comforts me and reminds me that even though life changes, there are things that are constant, like our love for our children. And it doesn't matter whether they live on earth or have gone on to Heaven, our love for them remains and continues to flow. They say that grief is just love with no where else to go. So the tears flow but the love remains.
Sometimes when I am hiking, and my thoughts inevitably turn to Tristan, something happens. Typically a deer will appear, sometimes two or three of them, or a butterfly, bird or other animal. The deer usually will just stand and stare intensely, and somehow it is comforting. It is then that I feel closer to Tristan, but also to others like my Granddad, who loved being in the woods. And I feel more connected to God. Hiking gives me a chance to really listen, to hear what He is trying to say and where He is leading me. Occasionally I get some good ideas for Speakup About Drugs, but mostly I leave the woods with my mind more clear and my soul light.
I walk past Tristan's playground which included the bike jumps he spent hours mastering. If I really listen I can still hear him laughing as he flew off the platforms. I can still seem him soar through the air before landing with a light bounce. These memories fill me up and make my heart hurt a little bit less, for just a second or two.
When it's time to go, to re-enter the new reality I find myself in, the one without Tristan in it, I try. to hold on to the feelings of serenity received from the woods. #Hiking4Healing, it is such a gift, to be able to go to the woods to calm my soul, to connect with God and remember our life before. It is only out in nature that I feel truly free and unencumbered by the pain of this great loss. Where I feel that this is surely as God intended, part of His greater plan. And it is then well with my soul, that I will go on. I will cross that bridge and continue down this path laid out in front of me. But I also go with the certainty that He is out there, and so is my son, and that someday I will cross another bridge that will lead me to my forever home, where this pain will be no more and we will live together forever in perfect peace.