The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.
- Ernest Hemingway - A Farewell to Arms
My walk this morning is dedicated to the joyful memories and the gentle magic my son Caleb brought to my life and that his spirit continues to bring.
I miss him fiercely, but when I look beyond (let go) of this grief, I find myself capable of gratitude for the years we had together and for what his death taught me about living. Grief and pain are like staring at a dark shadow and failing to see the abundant light behind me. Walking through the shadow if death has left me with a new exuberance for life, a talent for living more joyfully, for trusting more and taking risks.
The opportunity - the courage and motivation and all the other things necessary to make this pilgrimage possible (necassary), are in part due, to what I learned going through the experience of our son's death.
On this morning walk I enjoyed the beauty of a fine spring day full of promise.
Life is good...
Remembering Caleb J. Pulver: 02/22/76 - 02/25/02
See: www.pulverpages.com - CALEB Library Project & My Malawi Journals.
See photos of Caleb on my Facebook page