I mentioned last time that I am beginning to find the beauty in my scars and to honor that beauty. It’s easy to say, but it’s taken me 17 years (one day at a time) to get to where I can even talk to you about it today.
I showed you what the fire did to my legs. That scarring has been hard enough to deal with.
But there’s another scar deeper than the scars on my legs, it’s the scar behind any scar on my body.
It’s the scar that won’t heal, that chases me wherever I go.
It’s the scar way deeper than any scar you can see with the naked eye.
It is the scar that Ryan’s death left on my heart.
I see the scars on my legs every day but they always lead me back to Ryan’s face.
I WILL NEVER OVERCOME THAT! How can a mother overcome the death of her child? She can’t.
Let’s say God came to me during the first days of my loss and said, “Dawn, I have good news and bad news for you, which do you want first?”
And I say, “Lord, give me the bad news first.”
And God says, “ It’s gonna take you 17 years to really begin to see the Light.”
And I say, “ I can’t make it 17 years, not 7 years, not 7 hours.”
And God says, “ But that’s exactly where the good news comes in. You’re gonna make it. You’ re not going to kill yourself. We’re gonna go thru it together. And you’ll come out on the other side a stronger person, with a Mission the size of which you can’t comprehend right now.”
To you, friend, I’m going to say the same thing to you that God said to me, “ We are going to get thru this together.”
I mean it!