Today was an absolutely beautiful day! The sun was shining, and the temperature was delightful. It was the kind of day that my heart needed. It was a feel-good day.

Today, I felt more like myself since the passing of my sister.   As I stuck my head out of the door, the warmth of the sun touched every part of my face, filling me with hope. It was as if God, Himself, softly touched my face. As I closed my eyes, nearby birds perched high on bare branches sang their personal songs. It almost felt like they were singing just to me. I must admit that listening to the chorus of melodies made me grin from ear to ear.

Later my husband and I went to the gym. It felt so good to walk on the treadmill. I even took a long walk this afternoon. Being outside in the fresh air, and walking through my historic hometown is my favorite form of exercise. As I walked down the streets, the beauty that surrounded me, filled my heart with a quiet peace. A peace that I have been craving for a few weeks.

I believe that life is a beautiful adventure. Most days, life is good, really good, so good that we don’t want the hours to end.  And then there are days when we wish we could pluck out each difficult day and throw them in the river.

 On great days, our hearts are light, and our souls are happy. However, when we experience the death of a family member or friend, our hearts become devastated to the point that we wonder if we’ll ever feel whole again.

My heart is experiencing the raw pain at this time. I am also in the denial stage of grief after losing my sister. However, I know from past experiences in the loss of loved ones, that time is essential.

 Each one of us handles grief in our own way.   But one thing that I am sure of is if we take one day at a time, and find something to be happy about, maybe a memory, perhaps a picture of a more joyful time, holidays, anything that puts a smile on our face; in time our hearts will begin to heal.  Although our lives have changed, life will go on; just in a different way.

Remember to lean on your family and friends during the tough times. Remember to take care of yourself. When you are tired, rest. When you need to talk, talk. When you need to cry, cry.  When you feel like you can’t go on, hang on. When you are lonely, remember that you are loved and not alone.

To all those who have and are going through the loss of a loved one, my heart is with you, my prayers are with you as well.

I believe that our loved ones are always with us because love never dies.  Be strong, Be brave, Be courageous.


Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

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