Reflection
Friday, March 26, 2010
There is a stillness that comes with the night. It settles over the house slowly advancing until it consumes you. And, with it comes reflection.Drifting from room to room, in a blanket of silence, pillows are fluffed and lights extinguished. Each stair climbed brings closer the final task of the evening.
Amongst the quiet, at the top of the stairs and through double doors, comes a gentle mechanical hum. Its sound matches the rhythmic rise and fall, the heave and ho, inhales and exhales of the room’s occupant. Together with a pulsing digital glow from a monitor at the foot of the bed, they tell the tale of peaceful slumber.
An innocent sleep, one reminiscent of long ago days; seen when peering over the tops of cribs. In the darkness, illuminated only by a crack of light through the open door, hearts would melt when gazing upon the sight of sleeping babies. The warmth that would travel throughout your body from the swell of pride would leave you weak in the knees.
Now, no different from then, emotions rise. In the present, they are a mix of loss and gratitude. Reflection of what is and what could have or should have been.
For this sleep is so very different from that former space and place in time. It is riddled with uncertainty and underlying despair where once was hope and promise. The past so far in the distant, shadowed in the fog seems as though it was just yesterday. The present, misty with shades of grey allows the sunlight to somehow peek through. And the future forecast, clouded with unknown chances.
And yet, it is the feeling of gratitude that prevails, that sustains. It puts all else into perspective. It is what truly matters. With life there is hope and with it the promise of tomorrow.
Hold dearly your past, take comfort in the now, look forward and plan for the tomorrow and let the reflection of your love shine through all time.
Labels: gratitude, reflections
posted by Cathy Andreozzi
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Those big brown eyes, and a smile that lights the room. At the top of the stairs, I'm always torn between finding Tori lost in a much needed peaceful sleep, and wanting her to be wide awake ready to lock in and engage in a wordless conversation that only we can hear, and only a few can understand. Either way, there is always gratitude and never ending hope.
I have never,and will never stop praying for Tori and family. Our paths crossed at martial arts tournaments many times. Robbie and Tori were great to watch, and to meet. Definately, good,talented, respectful kids.
The grace,dedication and hope I read in this blog, is so inpiring, loving, and promising that I know inspite of this horrendous tragedy, Tori has been blessed with a family I am sure is one in a million. God Bless you all, and keep believing. None of us know the "why" of these difficult and heartbreaking events, or how each story will ultimately unfold, except God. I promise as a mom too, that I will continue to pray for Tori's ongoing healing and know she will continue her fight. she is so strong!! And I can see she is surrounded by love that is without condition or boundaries!