~ by Samantha Adams, BP, Australia, in loving memory of her son, James
When we lose our children, we begin a journey. It starts on a stream and each one of us gets into a boat. At first, the river is too fast and unfamiliar. We have no strength to put in the oars, but gradually we learn to row. Sometimes the current is too strong and we drift downstream again.
torrents, overcome and continue on our journey.
At times, it seems so hard– others gain courage to go on. We can look back and see others just getting in the boat and help them too, always there is someone to help us row. We are never alone in our river of tears.
And some day, when we’ve rowed and rowed, we will reach a dock and there will be our children to greet us. They will help us ashore and tell us they knew we could do it. We owe it to our children to be the best people we can.
Our children have always known that we strived to be the best people we could be. They know they had wonderful parents, parents who loved them and still do. Yes, we are left behind - but by living the best life we can we honor their memory..
So keep rowing on that river of life, and know that your child or children are always there with you.