These two. They give me the courage to be the best version of me.
The one that is missing. The one that is gone. The one, brutally taken from us, all of us, ripped out of our lives, leaving us breathless from lack of air, suffocating like he did, gagging on our grief because the vastness of the horror was too great, too much.
But we try, I try, to rise up against the destruction, the cruel wastefulness of aggression, of hate, of wanton violence, To find a path to healing, through the wasteland we found ourselves in, a way forward, holding my children’s hands, my son in my heart, forward, forward, towards the light.
That gives me purpose, to be his voice where he was silenced. To be the best of me for these two who are finding their own voice again. To be a voice for all those whose words fail them when their hearts are broken as they stumble through the darkness of grief.
Published on Instagram, 2nd October 2018
©️ Katja Faber 2018