“I hugged my child to sleep tonight, thinking about yours. Praying for you. Praying for your own mum. Praying for all those who grieve.”
I wrote that on Friday night after hearing the most devastating news. A two year old boy, whose family I know, died. I hugged my child to sleep that night. I haven’t been able to let it go. I carry the grief of that news and that little life lost. That spark extinguished. I carry that grief with me to the two other funerals I’m attending this week. One here in Sydney, the other in QLD where I’ll travel later this week. Three families… all grieving. My own family needing me. My own heart feeling oh. too. much.
Some weeks we need to stop. We need to be ok with saying “sorry, I can’t face people and superficial conversations today” and hunker down to take care of ourselves (and our families) instead of pushing ourselves beyond what we actually need to.
I’ll post on Friday the recipe of the cake I’m making for my childhood friend’s funeral. It’s an incredible orange almond cake. Until then though, be kind to yourself and be kind to others… you just don’t know what journey they’re walking.