The sun finally broke through the clouds today... both those above my head and the ones in my heart. I can think about Frankie, imagine him in his place at the French doors and even look at his pictures without crying, thanks to friends who have shown such compassion and understanding of my sorrow. Many mourned with me, though they had never met him... and some who had never even met me (face to face, anyway.)
Words are powerful - they can hurt, but they can also comfort and heal. Your kind words dried my tears and soothed my hurt, so that memories of my little Frankie bird, and a chance feather I find on the ground, bring me joy, not sorrow.
Be grateful for all things...
I'm grateful Frankie chose us... grateful for the time we had with him, for the laughter he brought to us, for the companionship. I'm grateful we were able to provide the companionship he craved once his Ruthie was taken from him.
I'm especially grateful for all of you and your kind thoughts and words... for the photos you shared (thank you for the wonderful mosaic, Ann), for the messages and e-cards... and for the words you didn't say ("He was just a bird!")
"Words are the voice of the heart." - Confucius
