{"id":208,"date":"2017-11-01T18:03:15","date_gmt":"2017-11-01T18:03:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/shop.honestreflections.net\/?p=208"},"modified":"2019-12-10T08:44:27","modified_gmt":"2019-12-10T13:44:27","slug":"waves-of-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/2017\/11\/01\/waves-of-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"Waves of Grief"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b><i>\u201cHe heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.\u201d Psalm 147:3<\/i><\/b><br \/>\nThere is a saying I\u2019ve heard which I feel describes how I have experienced grief since losing my nephew Cody.<br \/>\n<i>Grief is like the Ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. \u00a0Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. \u00a0All we can do is learn to swim.<\/i><br \/>\n<i>Vicki Harrison<\/i><br \/>\nIt is so true. \u00a0It comes in waves. \u00a0Unfortunately, as time goes by, you never know when those waves are going to hit you. \u00a0I find they will knock me over because I had my back turned to it. \u00a0I didn\u2019t see it coming.<br \/>\nLast night was Halloween. \u00a0I loved taking Casey and Cody Trick or Treating when they were children. \u00a0I loved the excitement and the energy. \u00a0Of course I loved the candy. \u00a0It was such a treasure.<br \/>\nSaturday is Cody\u2019s birthday. \u00a0He would of been 24 years old. \u00a0I\u2019m finding the combination of Halloween and his birthday has turned into a 100 ft. wave of grief for me.<br \/>\nEverything seems overwhelming. \u00a0The tears have started to roll down my cheeks. \u00a0Every time I think they\u2019ve stopped \u00a0another one trickles down.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s a grieving day. \u00a0I\u2019m letting myself have it. \u00a0I called a friend. I loved what she said to me. \u00a0She said when someone is knocked down what do the Emergency Responders tell you to do? \u00a0They tell you not to move or you could hurt yourself even further. \u00a0She gave me permission to let this wave wash over me, to let myself grieve.<br \/>\nStrangely, I needed the permission. \u00a0 I\u2019m not moving. \u00a0I\u2019m allowing my heart to ache. \u00a0I\u2019m letting the wave wash over me.<br \/>\nNo matter how big the wave is, no matter how much the pain. \u00a0It was worth having him in my life for the time God gave me with him. \u00a0I\u2019m so grateful.<br \/>\nI\u2019m grateful for days like today. \u00a0I never want the waves to stop coming. \u00a0Even when they knock me down. \u00a0I know God will comfort me. \u00a0I know I will stand back up. I have learned to swim. \u00a0But I never want to forget.<br \/>\nI love you Cody! \u00a0I miss you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cHe heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.\u201d Psalm 147:3 There is a saying I\u2019ve heard which I feel describes how I have experienced grief since losing my nephew Cody. Grief is like the Ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. \u00a0Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. \u00a0All we&hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/2017\/11\/01\/waves-of-grief\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Waves of Grief<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-208","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","without-featured-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=208"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1582,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208\/revisions\/1582"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}